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Nicole Bataclan Mar 2012
Red light blinking
Message incoming
The custom nowadays
We read it fast
We get it now


Connected at all times
Not sending a swift reply is a crime
We have become so impatient
Slave to this second
Slave to the immediate


Delayed gratification
Once a fulfilling sensation
A strain to wait a while
Feelings at high speed
Feelings at a risk


All communications
A wave of indignation
The interval is too long
We count the limits
We count every minute


Time is on our side
Technology provides
But what we lose in return
It is timing we force
It is us we coerce
Nicole Bataclan Mar 2012
I know the lyrics to this song
Already had this conversation
Not the first time I wear this outfit
All the old doubts stuck on repeat

I sense a huge train wreck coming
Cannot help but have misgivings
Heart desires a bona fide ending
Cloud above my head to stop following

I have felt my smile slip away
Already awaiting such cliche
Sounds like I've heard and seen it all
Different journey, yet the same goal

I am bound to just rehearse
When does it cease to be a curse
Getting weary of this limbo
Ready to be the lead in my own show

     Be the one that proves me wrong
     The person with no trepidation
     Will I ever pass this exam
     Or am I to change who I am.
Nicole Bataclan Mar 2012
Help me understand
Did I lose this hand?
Where did it go wrong?
Been patient so long

Help me get it right
Are we not alright?
Why are you so mean?
You were more than keen

Leaving me hanging
What's up with this thing?
Are there more reasons?
Hitting my buttons

Leaving me wondering
What am I missing?
And are you that vain?
You have to explain

I am still waiting
Why am I clinging?
Will you be a dear?
Nothing's crystal clear

I am still asking
Are you listening?
Are you worth a dime?
A waste of my time

You got me puzzled
Is it all canceled?
Why make it so hard?
Yes you disregard

You got me confused
Aren't you amused?
So is this the end?
Don't get what happened...
Nicole Bataclan Mar 2012
Calling you at this ungodly hour
Almost certain that you will be bothered
Apologizing for my drunken state
I guess this is how my feelings translate.

There's no way in hell I would have done this
In broad daylight, try not to reminisce
But what cold breeze on this dark autumn night
Slightly emotional after midnight.

Perhaps I had a little more to drink
Normally, my sorrows I do not sink
Although drunk dialing is not so smart
The truth is I am pouring out my heart.

Wanted to hear your voice right about now
Even if tomorrow, I'll raise an eyebrow
Aware that this is pretty much absurd
Barely coherent, I'm fairly hammered.

Miss you more than I will ever admit
It is like there's a hole in my spirit
You're still everything that I desire
The one that sets my heart on ice and fire.

I called you at this ungodly hour
Absolutely sure that you are bothered
Forgive me for my vulnerable state
Lost my heart and my mind, I can't locate
Nicole Bataclan Mar 2012
Putting on a mask is routine
Every day is Halloween
This flawless smile will mislead you
False tears have ways to ****** you

When are you really being real
Honest about feeling what you feel
Is there somebody here to please
Hindering you with boundaries

Society you cannot outsmart
Costumes are an integral part
Easier to be someone else
A personality that sells

In an alternate universe
Masks and sincere feelings diverge
What you see is what you will get
There's nothing here to simulate

When you are really being real
Honest about feeling what you feel
There's nobody but you to please
Lets you be without boundaries

Poison will eat you from within
If living in another skin
Real masks are not a solution
Rather scorned than an illusion
Nicole Bataclan Mar 2012
Some love stories cannot stand on their own
All those nights I was waiting by the phone
For things that were unlikely to happen
Still, there I was wondering without end.

Some love stories need the hurdles and pain
All those days when I was going insane
Put pieces together that didn't fit
Still hoping that I was in for a treat.

Some love stories are this rapturous thing
All this time, loving him and suffering
But he's the sunrise that makes my heart sing
Still here, not trading him for anything.

Some love stories cannot stand on their own
They require the hurdles and the pain
The impossibility of it all
To be this beautiful, rapturous thing.
Nicole Bataclan Mar 2012
You only liked the beginning of things,
When getting a call sent your heart racing
And the dates were less than predictable
A few days apart were hard to handle

We would be the best version of ourselves
Our conversations were rich and honest
Didn't mind kissing until the wee hours
Then, you would still surprise me with flowers

A time we were so afraid to fall short
Both you and I would put in the effort
We did not take a moment for granted
It was love in all its glory, splendid

    And all of a sudden, we stopped caring
    It was too familiar for our liking
    We were past the infatuation phase
    Realizing a love so sure betrays
  
    You only loved the beginning of things,
    When there was no jealousy or crying
    So we started to count our shortcomings
    When did the real thing become frightening?
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