I can't write anything
that doesn't sound slightly stupid
anymore
my words haven't kept up
with my maturing. Or so it seems.
maybe I'm just outgrowing
the stupid words I used to use to describe
things. but maybe is also another stupid word.
maybe maybe maybe
the word dances off my tongue. which is totally
(completely) repulsive.
why should a word
that sits on the top of everyone's
tongue
waiting to strike
dance. it's a drug they don't warn you about
****** if you use it ****** if you don't.
the next best excuse
to 'I don't know'-- couldn't tell you how many times
i've held back because i clutched that word
like it was a part of me.
maybe. here it is again. maybe, I thought that "maybe"
really was a part of me. it's hard to distance yourself
from something so excruciatingly
fitting.
there was something about "maybe" that just felt
necessary. as though certainty never stood a chance.
the worst of things being that we were all defined by our cowardice and that we couldn't stand
the thought of being wrong (not even once.)
nobody saying anything
with any certainty. they knew how fragile
the world was. none of us were
strong enough to deal with being any shade of WRONG.
we're all too insecure to be throwing around words like that anyways.
Feb 8, 2015
Feb 8, 2015 at 3:57 PM UTC
I can't write anything
that doesn't sound slightly stupid
anymore
my words haven't kept up
with my maturing. Or so it seems.
maybe I'm just outgrowing
the stupid words I used to use to describe
things. but maybe is also another stupid word.
maybe maybe maybe
the word dances off my tongue. which is totally
(completely) repulsive.
why should a word
that sits on the top of everyone's
tongue
waiting to strike
dance. it's a drug they don't warn you about
****** if you use it ****** if you don't.
the next best excuse
to 'I don't know'-- couldn't tell you how many times
i've held back because i clutched that word
like it was a part of me.
maybe. here it is again. maybe, I thought that "maybe"
really was a part of me. it's hard to distance yourself
from something so excruciatingly
fitting.
there was something about "maybe" that just felt
necessary. as though certainty never stood a chance.
the worst of things being that we were all defined by our cowardice and that we couldn't stand
the thought of being wrong (not even once.)
nobody saying anything
with any certainty. they knew how fragile
the world was. none of us were
strong enough to deal with being any shade of WRONG.
we're all too insecure to be throwing around words like that anyways.
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