As the booming music
from the crowded
student center
attempts to
beat my heart
right out of my chest
I retreat
into my own quietness.
Writing poetry
on a neon yellow
Post-It note
as the college kids
around me
talk about
that awesome house party
last night.
I think about how
I cannot have
the love that I want
but I know someday
I'll have
the love that wants me.
And now
the booming music
does indeed
make my heart race
as my quest for love
pauses
to rave out
to electronica music.
I pump a metaphorical fist
not to party
but to proclaim
that I
am a hopeless dreamer.
Deal with it.
Maybe dub step isn't so bad.
Sep 12, 2012
Sep 12, 2012 at 3:16 PM UTC
As the booming music
from the crowded
student center
attempts to
beat my heart
right out of my chest
I retreat
into my own quietness.
Writing poetry
on a neon yellow
Post-It note
as the college kids
around me
talk about
that awesome house party
last night.
I think about how
I cannot have
the love that I want
but I know someday
I'll have
the love that wants me.
And now
the booming music
does indeed
make my heart race
as my quest for love
pauses
to rave out
to electronica music.
I pump a metaphorical fist
not to party
but to proclaim
that I
am a hopeless dreamer.
Deal with it.
Maybe dub step isn't so bad.
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