Poetry
This is the general category of fuckery that goes on and on and doesn’t seem interested in stopping.
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Ow
Like straight shot to the fucking heart
Ow
And how I want to smile and say
So fucking what
Who needs him
Take him
He’s nothing
And inside I’m screaming
Wrong wrong wrong
Because I followed all the street signs and read all the directions
And I ended up absolutely fucking no where
With no one
And nothing
And I want to smile
And run my nails through the walls
And say
Absofuckinglutely.
This is where I got
Of course I’m wrong
And the tears don’t mean a thing
Just that it hit right home
Of course you’re right
There’s no bigger rejection than absolute silence
It’s the truth
I was wrong
And I’m not worthy of him
Or anyone
I’m not
I just want to sleep
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Does cuing love true truly bring any one?
For many a times it would have been best
If only if only
Whoever is writing this novel
Do they see me?
Does anyone see me?
Love true
Who are you?
Where?
And wherefore?
Did I do it wrong?
The spells
The charms
The visualising
Just
Manifest it
They say
So where?
If it’s so easy…
Can I cue you now?
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What are you doing?
Where ever you are
Are you asleep beside her?
I’m really not far
Just find myself wondering
As the clock draws near
What it was that stopped you
Dislike or fear?
Did you even wonder
Did you even look
I wanted to meet you
So badly I’ve shook
Is it true?
That instead of see me
You’d rather drown?
Did you even see me?
Or am I still a clown?
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I know I’m not good enough for you
But she isn’t either
At this rate no one will be good enough
But you’ll still stay with her
She doesn’t treat you right
But you’ll think this is how you deserve it
You could have anyone you want
And you picked an abusive one
Is that my fault? At least she doesn’t hit you
But she’ll laugh in your face
And make fun of you
And you love this?
Masochists are so sad.
You’re so sad.
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You kept me awake last night
Thinking of you
Trying to think of anything else
But still thinking of you
My mind just finds a way to you
Like a glowing beacon of light
But I know I’ll never have you
Nothing makes it right.
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I think you’re beautiful, but you don’t think so
I think you’re valid, but you can’t hear
I think you should try
But what use am I?
To tell you of a possible tomorrow
To tell you to just hold on
What use am I?
If I cannot make it better?
How can I help you?
When I am so damn far away
What can I do for you?
Besides spout ineffectual nonsense
I wish I could help you
I wish I could make you feel understood
I wish you didn’t feel alone
If only, if only.