*Am I so mean to you?
Is that why you leave the
Bed to go and cry alone
When you think I'm
Sleeping?*
No.
I go to think. Thinking makes me
Cry. One hour is worth five
Hours of deep sleep.
I see clearer through tears.
I go to ask. Ask why we both miss
The same sides of love.
Why we both lay on either end
Of a mile wide king size
And wait for the other's arm
To reach across the proud void.
I go to ask why we both feel
Unfairly treated for the same
Reasons. I slip away from
The sensation of sleeping alone
When I'm not; it's worse than actual
Solitude.
I go to have meetings with myself.
To evaluate. Analyze. Criticize my
Act and improve. Take and give
Blame between myselves.
Who wouldn't cry?
No, little girl. You're not mean to me.
I am. I am a poet. I don't leave your
Side to weep.
It's all poetry to me.
Poetry and tears.
I go to sit by myself and
Not write.
Jun 2, 2014
Jun 2, 2014 at 4:20 AM UTC
*Am I so mean to you?
Is that why you leave the
Bed to go and cry alone
When you think I'm
Sleeping?*
No.
I go to think. Thinking makes me
Cry. One hour is worth five
Hours of deep sleep.
I see clearer through tears.
I go to ask. Ask why we both miss
The same sides of love.
Why we both lay on either end
Of a mile wide king size
And wait for the other's arm
To reach across the proud void.
I go to ask why we both feel
Unfairly treated for the same
Reasons. I slip away from
The sensation of sleeping alone
When I'm not; it's worse than actual
Solitude.
I go to have meetings with myself.
To evaluate. Analyze. Criticize my
Act and improve. Take and give
Blame between myselves.
Who wouldn't cry?
No, little girl. You're not mean to me.
I am. I am a poet. I don't leave your
Side to weep.
It's all poetry to me.
Poetry and tears.
I go to sit by myself and
Not write.
