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The bass makes me weak.                                       All I knew                          was that I wanted to know                                  e v e r y t h i n g                    about you. Caress the inner corners of your mind, with mine. Hold your hand                as if to learn                       something new                                         about myself. Second period— I only knew what I had heard— you smiled, eyes twinkled, brown met blue. Never had I been so grateful for assigned seating.                                                                                       You never                                                                                          would have chosen me. Our whispers became muddled by “shhs” as others tried to hear the teacher over our l a u g h t e r this was my favorite part of                                              us. But here I am                    in over my head, out of my league. I can’t remember ever not wanting                                                                                 you. But there you are,                     sharing your heart with her. I thought that year would never end. I never left your side. We talked every night. I hope you don’t  mind,                       I f    e    l l                      for you. I’m sorry I’m so inconvenient. I tried to be what you needed. You only wanted a close friend. They say, that a girl and a guy cannot stay friends because one will eventually fall for the other. “Eventually” came quick with you. The bass makes me weak. You were the f i r s to break down            the walls                          I cowered behind. unclog the arteries                                                        of my                                                    w i l l                                            and                                    beg me into                                    e                                     i                                    n                                    g You tricked me into believing I was worth knowing. We fit like two words in a crossword puzzle— not obvious at first but it makes sense in the end. You know me better than I know myself.                      I have dreams                                                                                    that play                                                                             hopscotch                                                                 on the corners of my mouth,                                                                             when they see you they float.                                                                     when you smile they fly kites. The bass makes me weak. I almost lost you, twice. Due to            tripped up tongues,                               too much waiting,                                                 & “friends.” You can’t use that you never knew as an excuse. The bass makes me weak. You never even gave me a chance. The bass makes me weak. You make me. the distance between you and I was                           the distance of our proximity to                           our emotions—                                        I was too close. You fall for girls who don’t want you I’ve convinced myself that’s why you haven’t fallen for me.
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Jan 30, 2013
Jan 30, 2013 at 10:49 PM UTC
Basslines II (Proximity)
The bass makes me weak.                                       All I knew                          was that I wanted to know                                  e v e r y t h i n g                    about you. Caress the inner corners of your mind, with mine. Hold your hand                as if to learn                       something new                                         about myself. Second period— I only knew what I had heard— you smiled, eyes twinkled, brown met blue. Never had I been so grateful for assigned seating.                                                                                       You never                                                                                          would have chosen me. Our whispers became muddled by “shhs” as others tried to hear the teacher over our l a u g h t e r this was my favorite part of                                              us. But here I am                    in over my head, out of my league. I can’t remember ever not wanting                                                                                 you. But there you are,                     sharing your heart with her. I thought that year would never end. I never left your side. We talked every night. I hope you don’t  mind,                       I f    e    l l                      for you. I’m sorry I’m so inconvenient. I tried to be what you needed. You only wanted a close friend. They say, that a girl and a guy cannot stay friends because one will eventually fall for the other. “Eventually” came quick with you. The bass makes me weak. You were the f i r s to break down            the walls                          I cowered behind. unclog the arteries                                                        of my                                                    w i l l                                            and                                    beg me into                                    e                                     i                                    n                                    g You tricked me into believing I was worth knowing. We fit like two words in a crossword puzzle— not obvious at first but it makes sense in the end. You know me better than I know myself.                      I have dreams                                                                                    that play                                                                             hopscotch                                                                 on the corners of my mouth,                                                                             when they see you they float.                                                                     when you smile they fly kites. The bass makes me weak. I almost lost you, twice. Due to            tripped up tongues,                               too much waiting,                                                 & “friends.” You can’t use that you never knew as an excuse. The bass makes me weak. You never even gave me a chance. The bass makes me weak. You make me. the distance between you and I was                           the distance of our proximity to                           our emotions—                                        I was too close. You fall for girls who don’t want you I’ve convinced myself that’s why you haven’t fallen for me.
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Jan 30, 2013
Jan 30, 2013 at 10:49 PM UTC
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