a-s-wrights - Hello Poetry

I recognize the song you're listening to. I can hear it humming out of your headphones when you're sitting on the chair next to me. It's the same song you've sung to me on our second date, in that restaurant near the river. It's the exact same song. Or was that "Jeremy"? Does it mean anything to you? You don't seem to remember (and neither do I, apparently), it's become just some random song to you. Maybe it always has been. It's the same song you used to sing whenever you were in the mood to sing it. You've sung it, sitting on the sidewalk, shouting it out to the world with your headphones still on. You didn't care about what people would think. You simply sat there and sung, texting me about it right away -- my curb romantic. If it hadn't been you, I might have been embarassed, but I never was. It always made me smile, even though the people stopped and stared at us. I loved your little craziness. Sometimes I miss it so much it hurts. It hurts, so that I can't breathe. I miss you. I miss you. I miss you. (But I don't want you back.)

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Jul 1, 2010

Jul 1, 2010 at 9:14 AM UTC

a-s-wrights

Curb Song

I recognize the song you're listening to. I can hear it humming out of your headphones when you're sitting on the chair next to me. It's the same song you've sung to me on our second date, in that restaurant near the river. It's the exact same song. Or was that "Jeremy"? Does it mean anything to you? You don't seem to remember (and neither do I, apparently), it's become just some random song to you. Maybe it always has been. It's the same song you used to sing whenever you were in the mood to sing it. You've sung it, sitting on the sidewalk, shouting it out to the world with your headphones still on. You didn't care about what people would think. You simply sat there and sung, texting me about it right away -- my curb romantic. If it hadn't been you, I might have been embarassed, but I never was. It always made me smile, even though the people stopped and stared at us. I loved your little craziness. Sometimes I miss it so much it hurts. It hurts, so that I can't breathe. I miss you. I miss you. I miss you. (But I don't want you back.)

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Exchanging chocolate and chewing-gum reminds me of what we once had.

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Jul 1, 2010

Jul 1, 2010 at 8:59 AM UTC

a-s-wrights

Once

Exchanging chocolate and chewing-gum reminds me of what we once had.

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I tend to push away what comes too close to me. I know I will regret it, though I just let it happen, I always do. I don't know what it means. Are things going too fast, or is it me, who is too slow again? Every now and then I feel that I can't keep up with the world it's spinning so fast. I can't keep up with my thoughts, they spin too fast, without any clear direction. My heart needs protection, my head just implodes. I have this evil fire within me, its screams frantically, I can't control it. I reject, I reject, I reject until there's nothing left to reject, until there are only things to regret. I own a collection of those regrets, they are staring at me, lustfully, from the dusty shelves of my better self. I don't know what it means. There are too many things that went wrong. I've never grown strong enough to fight this fire. It suffocates and burns until my pain turns into disgust. I don't even trust myself, so how can I trust you? What was close split, and there is not a bit that stayed. This puts gasoline on my fire. I really admire how you try to love me, it's just above me why anyone would waste their time. I don't know what it means. I'm suffocated by fear, I choke on near- ness, I deserve less than offered to me.

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Jun 28, 2010

Jun 28, 2010 at 1:50 PM UTC

a-s-wrights

System Error

I tend to push away what comes too close to me. I know I will regret it, though I just let it happen, I always do. I don't know what it means. Are things going too fast, or is it me, who is too slow again? Every now and then I feel that I can't keep up with the world it's spinning so fast. I can't keep up with my thoughts, they spin too fast, without any clear direction. My heart needs protection, my head just implodes. I have this evil fire within me, its screams frantically, I can't control it. I reject, I reject, I reject until there's nothing left to reject, until there are only things to regret. I own a collection of those regrets, they are staring at me, lustfully, from the dusty shelves of my better self. I don't know what it means. There are too many things that went wrong. I've never grown strong enough to fight this fire. It suffocates and burns until my pain turns into disgust. I don't even trust myself, so how can I trust you? What was close split, and there is not a bit that stayed. This puts gasoline on my fire. I really admire how you try to love me, it's just above me why anyone would waste their time. I don't know what it means. I'm suffocated by fear, I choke on near- ness, I deserve less than offered to me.

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I'm safe in this place, but then again I feel that I don't belong here.

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Jun 27, 2010

Jun 27, 2010 at 5:17 AM UTC