Still.I still honestly care about you. I don't really
know why, but I do. When our tongues are sharp
I choke back tears. You anger me and do not
help my misery. I miss you and my feelings are
still alive but barely holding on-- like a
nightingale singing its last old song. My
heart flutters at thoughts of memories with
you-- but my heart let go, my heart was stupid
and selfish and wanted more. I hate you I
hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you
why do you taunt me so. You have your brand
new girl. I bet she'll treat you better. Apparently I
treated you terribly, you told. I hate you and
now I'm old news. I miss you and you drive me
insane, you anger me and it doesn't help
my misery. Can't you see I'm an emotional
wreck? I can't complain, because in your
vernacular I date douchebags-- of course,
excluding you. I hold your feelings on a pedestal
but that doesn't mean I should sacrifice my
own well being for you. I want to be with
you but you drive me crazy. I don't even know
why I found the
Stupidity as a SpaceClimbing up this emotional ladder and trying to hold on
Each rung separated as stupidity as a space
Can't trust people with nice eyes and fake smiles
Everyone has a mouth and they use it to their advantage
No one wants happiness for anything or anyone but themselves
Why are situations overanalyzed by some yet overthrown by others?
Don't understand why or how life is so ridiculous
We are puppets for dramas, farces and pure, simple entertainment
Stay with me for awhile
Stay close and hold me like you did then
It feels so far away but it was only weeks ago
More than a few weeks ago, but interest was lost
Now you're following around another girl, a new girl
Giving her your interest
that was mine. Entitled for me.
Why does this happen.
Life isn't fair, life is difficult, sure.
But this is ludicrous
You are ridiculous. And still I want to hold your hand
I want to be your girl. I want what we had and more.
But you don't.
Life is ridiculous? HAH,
it's nothing compared to me.
Love SonnetThis is a love poem written for you
I want you to know, with you I'm happy
Nothing bothers me anymore, it's true
You make me feel alive with ecstacy
I feel no fears of the shadows at night
You wipe away tears I no longer cry
With you I find nothing that I could rhyme
What is this inside? It's a butterfly.
This is just a strictly written sonnet
Overflowing with passion and feelings
We're Bonne, Clyde; Romeo, Juliet
My muse, just happiness I'm carrying
Now I must wrap up this poem, my love
If only you knew my emotions hereof.
Why should you?Forget about me because I did you no good
Why should you take me back? I'm selfish;
I'm greedy; I'm immature. I'm nothing compared to her
I bet. She's prettier, funnier, smarter, better. Right?
You didn't say anything because you agree. I hope
she is so you can forget about me. I can't forgive myself.
As much as I ask for your forgiveness-- I can't do it
myself. Silly me. I want you
I need you
I miss you
I'm begging you.
If you're wondering about me, how I've been doing--
which you probably are, but then again no--
I want you to know that we don't make love.
We kiss and cuddle and hold hands and junk
But if anything, we don't make love.
His eyes are kind but yours are better
I write prose and poems but never letters
like the ones I used to write to you.
(Besides, I don't know what he'd do
if I gave him a Sincerely Me.
He'd probably laugh and
throw it away.)
He is funny but obnoxious too,
he is nothing compared to you--
He makes me smile and is sometimes nice
But just know that we don't make love.
I walk by you and I smile
and I mean it, trust me. I mean it.
I want to be your friend but you
don't know how to act;
does it help to know we don't make love?
You and I weren't friends before,
the situation is new to you.
Am I selfish for bringing you down?
I wanted nothing but happiness
but nothing ever works out the way
you want it to.
I close my eyes and wipe tears away
from reminiscing memories with
Fourteen.Maybe just as a part-time, she thinks
She meanders through life and thoughts full-time
How can less be more important than more?
Lies and deceit, jealousy and betrayal, my life and stupid
Common combinations, what else can be done.
This part-time requires two-part harmony
which cannot be done with one.
What's done is done, the change won't come
if you try too hard. If you try at all.
The smoke covers up problems and hurt but doesn't
get rid of it. No substance can.
What is the point of love if it is the
most beautiful of dreams but
the worst of nightmares?
What's with all this wordplay and constant change of subject?
The secret is out for one but not another
New faces, new places, new smiles, new lovers.
Cover up the shame with the sound of silence.
No fears in the act of drunken violence.
Hide the tears with overused and abused excuses
words words words words words words words
Taken aback by such a deal
Frustrated with lack of communication and
show off for no one.Dress up so pretty pretty
just to be knocked down.
Makeup your face but can't
make up your mind.
Fall down again and I keep wondering,
"You'd think I'd learn all of these years
"Good things don't last forever."
Lyrics are funny in a non-comedic
sort of way.
Such a mess
You think that you want but you know
that you shouldn't, no
way can you achieve something.
"Nothing is out of your reach,"
Bullshit they spoonfeed you as a child.
"Nothing is impossible,"
Bullshint they put in your bottle.
Keep your arms steady for the time,
Eyes darting across the dancefloor
Wallflowers happy, happier than
the smiling kids in the middle of the gym.
Happiness is a flaw, because it's a lie.
"A half truth is a whole lie,"
Thinking too hard should be a sin
Killing yourself is never an option
So what, maybe you gave in
to temptation; "stupid is as stupid does."
And just like him, we don't know any better
We can't act or feel or decide or react any
Subordinate Clause--It's hard to not think of someone while you lie in a bed every night in which you've lied with that person, and it's crazy how things work out, because you'd think that maybe luck would finally want to be nice and be on your side, but of course you realize that's not the case because that's never the case, it's all too familiar and you wonder why you'd think otherwise-- as if anything would ever change-- because everything will remain the same in this life and that is a stupid stupid fact for stupid stupid people who think they're everything but everyone else knows they're not, and I still can't sleep because I'm lying in bed trying not to think about him, trying not to think about him, rewriting sentences because my focus is on him, trying not to think about him, but it's so tremendously difficult when he's held me before in this bed and he made me happy and we cuddled and held hands in the dark-- we were one with the dark-- and I'm still thinking of how I can't sleep because it's har