hello there
the little thought
that infiltrates my mind

no matter what time
what day
what event

you,
little thought,
will come into my mind

i don't always want you
but like the rascal you are
you dont care

sometimes ill get angry about your timing
but you stay
just to **** me off even more

little thought
please give me a break
i don't want you anymore

im older now
and think i can live without you
please leave

sincerely,
the one you've hurt
oh so many times

these feelings dont magically appear
as said in fairy tales
it takes time
and patience
now we have these feelings
and the wait is done
yet we're still flipping through old magazines
these feelings aren't leaving
like we want them to
they're lingering
and taunting
yet we're still waiting around
I don't want the feelings to leave
even though
they should
I want you to be okay
even though
you don't seem to be
these feelings are here
and we're still waiting
but i
will not wait
much longer

you may kick
or hit
but i will always use my words
you may give me looks
or threatening notes
but i will always smile
you may tease
or physically punish
but i will always calm you down
you may do all of things
or more
but i will stay happy
until i get home

Just give me one more second
with you
in our favorite spot
please
will you come back for just one more second
because you never let me say goodbye
i want that second to be filled
with you in my arms
looking up to me with those eyes
and the muttering words of
i love you
will you for the love of anything
give me one more second

fingers tapping on this worn out pad
dust collecting on the drooped shoulders
hair thinning on this skeleton shape of a head
eyes hollowing on the malnourished being
feet twitching on the cold wood floor
stomach growling on the count of boredom... not hunger
what have we become
monsters
zombies
un-known creatures
enslaved by this massive world
that fits in our hands

the twigs under my shoes
breaking
snapping
the sound i would love to hear
come out of your spine
the leaves crumble
and muffle
under my shoes
the sound i would love to hear
come out of your mouth
the rocks kicked
across the floor
the image i would love to see
with your spiraling head
the ants climbing up my shoes
as i would love to see
you grab me for last hope