in the morning
i watch the strangers leave their warm beds
and admire them as they go out into the world
i sit in the sun when i can
and usually don't tell people the truth
because i don't think they deserve it
or it's not worth wasting a breath
so i just watch instead
during the day
i walk around and try to make things right
or at least
make them seem right
and while i'm busy trying to make hands fit
i sit there and try to figure out what to say
but usually can only come up with adjectives
not full sentences
at night
when i get home
i sleep on the floor
and i pick at the brains of the monsters
under my bed for a while
and then i always go through
the whole day again in my mind
and try to figure out what exactly i was
thinking when i left you
Apr 19, 2014
Apr 19, 2014 at 12:44 AM UTC
in the morning
i watch the strangers leave their warm beds
and admire them as they go out into the world
i sit in the sun when i can
and usually don't tell people the truth
because i don't think they deserve it
or it's not worth wasting a breath
so i just watch instead
during the day
i walk around and try to make things right
or at least
make them seem right
and while i'm busy trying to make hands fit
i sit there and try to figure out what to say
but usually can only come up with adjectives
not full sentences
at night
when i get home
i sleep on the floor
and i pick at the brains of the monsters
under my bed for a while
and then i always go through
the whole day again in my mind
and try to figure out what exactly i was
thinking when i left you
part fictional and dramatic because i wanted to turn it into an angsty love poem after reading some Winchester tonight. i dig it though.
