Dec 2013
Here's another poem about you and the way you anchored my butterfly soul.
Tearing fragile wings with edges you sharpened just for me.
Well I guess you're just a jealous mess and I don't really give a ****.
I'm tired of hoarding memories like a chain link by link binding me by the rusty metal I once saw as sterling silver.
I either lost sleep for you or because of you but tonight, I'll keep my eyes shut tight.
You'll never admit that you were wrong and maybe that's what hurts. Thinking that maybe you could be right.
Well maybe you're delusional, stuck on illusions of a dissipated romance. But when it comes to my plans, you're not in them anymore.
I put the stars in your backyard for you and you slammed the door in my face. You'd rather stare at the moon from your window, the one thing that was slightly out of my reach.
You teased me with the idea that maybe I could be the one. Well maybe I should have ran when I was presented the chance.
I wish I knew you'd leave me on Mount Everest, waiting for the avalanche.
Tell me what was I supposed to do when you wouldn't answer my calls? Did you expect me to keep trying when you said "leave me the **** alone"?
I broke my fingers trying to convince you to stay. But I guess I couldn't type enough and you wouldn't talk about it to my face. Was it the way that I looked at you when you weren't looking at me?
I'm sorry, was I supposed to write you a longer love note? Or sing you a song on the guitar with my fingers on strings that you wish burn the fingertips you once craved on your skin!
Darling, you're gonna die this way, miserable and gray, like the clouds hanging above your head on a dreary autumn day. Your favorite kind of weather, you never wanted the sun to stay. I'm done being your Cinderella. I won't pick up the mess you made, waiting on you to come rescue me.
You can pack up your laptop filled with sad sonnets. Take your drums with you too. You've battered my heart enough to the beat of a cadence you composed to destroy me.
I'm tired of your eyes that had me drowning in a sea of green sorrow.
Stay purple in your own asylum, decorated with black walls and windows tinted so dark that the sunlight can never shine. It's your mind that you've found comfort in and my affection wasn't enough to even crack a smile.
**** your misery. **** your choreographed pain. **** your angry poetry aimed directly at me. **** your bitter words. **** your apathy. **** your sadistic indulgences. **** your arrogance and *******, *******, *******!
I won't be missing you anymore.
-k.d.
Tearing fragile wings with edges you sharpened just for me.
Well I guess you're just a jealous mess and I don't really give a ****.
I'm tired of hoarding memories like a chain link by link binding me by the rusty metal I once saw as sterling silver.
I either lost sleep for you or because of you but tonight, I'll keep my eyes shut tight.
You'll never admit that you were wrong and maybe that's what hurts. Thinking that maybe you could be right.
Well maybe you're delusional, stuck on illusions of a dissipated romance. But when it comes to my plans, you're not in them anymore.
I put the stars in your backyard for you and you slammed the door in my face. You'd rather stare at the moon from your window, the one thing that was slightly out of my reach.
You teased me with the idea that maybe I could be the one. Well maybe I should have ran when I was presented the chance.
I wish I knew you'd leave me on Mount Everest, waiting for the avalanche.
Tell me what was I supposed to do when you wouldn't answer my calls? Did you expect me to keep trying when you said "leave me the **** alone"?
I broke my fingers trying to convince you to stay. But I guess I couldn't type enough and you wouldn't talk about it to my face. Was it the way that I looked at you when you weren't looking at me?
I'm sorry, was I supposed to write you a longer love note? Or sing you a song on the guitar with my fingers on strings that you wish burn the fingertips you once craved on your skin!
Darling, you're gonna die this way, miserable and gray, like the clouds hanging above your head on a dreary autumn day. Your favorite kind of weather, you never wanted the sun to stay. I'm done being your Cinderella. I won't pick up the mess you made, waiting on you to come rescue me.
You can pack up your laptop filled with sad sonnets. Take your drums with you too. You've battered my heart enough to the beat of a cadence you composed to destroy me.
I'm tired of your eyes that had me drowning in a sea of green sorrow.
Stay purple in your own asylum, decorated with black walls and windows tinted so dark that the sunlight can never shine. It's your mind that you've found comfort in and my affection wasn't enough to even crack a smile.
**** your misery. **** your choreographed pain. **** your angry poetry aimed directly at me. **** your bitter words. **** your apathy. **** your sadistic indulgences. **** your arrogance and *******, *******, *******!
I won't be missing you anymore.
-k.d.
