even the name is depressing
love that's given but not returned
what's so ******* special about you that
you've turned my insides outside?
everything. everything about you is special
maybe you're doing me a favor
until i can wake up each morning and not have you
etched in my brain,
i will continue to weep silently and sew the gaping hole
in my heart
stitch by painstaking stich
The next time I see you
will you do a double take like last time
will you pretend you don't see me
will you smile and act as if everything's dandy
or will you be real and look deep in my soul when
you see my eyes
will you care
will you see all the hurt and hope and dreams i have
will you get yourself to the mr. softee truck
just as soon as you possibly can
How does it feel to be on that pedestal?
is it lonely up there?
i know you didn't ask to be there
things just worked out that way
"Plant the seed and the universe will
help you get what you need" or words
to that effect
well, it ain't happenin'
not on my timeframe
if i ask heaven and earth one more time
to bring us together
will i get a busy signal?
i am working on transforming and developing
my mind, just like the Dalai Lama said i should
but if i can only think about you
is it all just pillars of sand?
If anyone asks me what i want right now
besides the obvious answer being YOU,
all i want is to write poetry and
see your face in my head as the words come to me.
it's not hard to believe that you are
the sole subject of my prose.
As if writing about you could heal my soul
i hate that you have this hold on me
i never knew how weak i really was.
For as often as i see you,
you might as well be on Jupiter instead of the
other side of town
— The End —