I still text you , I know it's irrational But when it comes to you , I forget all logic Recently Spoke about you, I tried my best to be like you I try to remember the good times when you were a whole woman Even in your weakest days you were still an unwavering pillar The IV lines and the tiny black bag that contained the chemicals that appeared to harm you The first time I lost my voice you told me not to worry , that even in the darkest times I would find it again Even now I still remember the words you would say to me When they told me you passed away , I hid under neath the covers of my mother's bed alongside my sister and we held each other It didn't sink in that you were gone until I attended the funeral My heart sang for you as the champagne pink, wooden box was being lifted into the black car that had sealed your fate The man with big hands and an even bigger heart remains I want a love like you had Someday...
First, look at each other with loving eyes Giggle and chuckle and smile Say something kind about your eyes and your giggle and your chuckle and your smiles, Describe them with unnecessary nonsense similes Your cheeks like the rosey rose-red red rose gardens Your voice sweet like chocolatey chocolate-brown chocolates, etc, (insert rhetoric metaphors) In most love songs that’d count as an entire verse In my opinion, that’s just sincerity’s depressing hearse
Next I say something about, “I don’t wanna break up” And then rhyme it with let’s make up Calm you with a consolation flower, bent at the stem Wipe your tears with a comforting napkin, torn on the hem Might even play you a corny acoustic love song, not like there’s a shortage of them That sort of bs is all the redemption most can offer And accepting it is the mediocracy we all seem to suffer Because otherwise, we’d all just be blue Why not be happy if the only cost is to stop being true?
The next chronological step is to say something about loving you I love you I love you I love you You believe me? Oh, whew That’s a relief Cause I might be 15 but I most definitely totes love you Why’d I say it three times in a row if it’s not true?
I’ll say everything about wanting you Staying with you Loving you Forever And then define forever by the lifespan of a small insect To be frank and honest, I really don’t care Whether anyone’s vain mating attempt is failed or perfect All I’m up here to say is that it’s not fair That we accept the cheapest bouquet Accompanied by an acoustic cliche As symbols of true love How does that show that we care? I don’t mind much for any form of love, really I’m just trying to point out the evident and obvious fallacy In these claims of love and romance That come in the form of a thousand empty apologies Third, fourth, endless requests for a second chance And though I’m not one for **** like feelings And though I don't want to talk down from above Watching everyone scramble and scream, in disparity and ecstasy All in the name of true love Is simply depressing
I'm that age that suicide comes up in casual conversation. One half of the room thinks its selfish. The other half are dead. I'm that age that your doctors don't give a ****. Because all the 20 somethings are healthy. Except the ones that aren't. I'm that age when my parents want grandkids. Me too Mom, but life is funny like that, I guess. I'm that age that all my friends are drunk or depressed. But most of the time its both. And we are toeing the line of fun and alcoholism. I'm that age when I should get a better job. But the job wants experience. Which is why I need the job. I'm that age that is responsible for killing the radio store. And chain restaraunts And literally everything else that I can't afford So who cares if its dead? I'm that age stuck in the honeymoon phase. But the honeymoon phase wasn't great to begin with. And God forbid that it ever ends. I'm that age that shows up in all the statistics. Ya know, the ones about failing marriages Single parents with no idea who the father is. Or another name written in black, carved into a headstone. I'm that age that I never expected to survive to. So now I'm confused. What was I supposed to do when 18 came and I was still alive? I barely saw sixteen, and I have to do this for 50 more years. I'm that age that knows how to set up my elderly neighbor's Facebook but I can't figure out how to save enough money That I won't end up homeless if I come down with cancer. I'm that age that has a plethora of information at my fingertips, the musings of Socrates and the masterpieces of Mozart. But I watch 6 second videos because my attention span was stolen by the drugs I was put on to sit still in class so I could learn about paralellograms. I'm that age that I'm supposed to have my **** together. But honestly, I have no idea what I'm doing. Just trying to make it to Friday, so I can drink away the mistakes I've made. I guess I'm just at that age.
Today I looked you in the eyes for the first time in five months Except I don’t think it was your eyes I was looking into... There was a new found joy in each pupil, as if our past was never there to begin with
Right there and then I knew, We were both finally free
Going through heartbreak seems like a dark and long tunnel, but when you finally see each other happy again, it brings you to a state of peace. This is what I’m trying to represent here.
Left sock right sock Shirt then pants. I throw them on the ground Then I leap towards my bed With one great bound I flick my foot to switch off the Lights because I'm scared of the monsters, Or at least, scared of what I cannot see. I don't know what's in my closet Which is why I went to particular lengths To close it so they couldn't unlock it. As I'm flying through the air I'm frozen, There is nothing there, and I know this But I'm scared of what I cannot see. 1 thing I cannot see is 2 years from now I'll be faced with 3 stages of life 4 years of high school 5 years of college And 60 years with the knowledge That those aren't monsters in that closet. But there are fears and there are problems About my future and what is blind to me So maybe I need to face my fears in order to solve em so I can live happily.
The monsters in my closet represent my fear of the unknown. The most unknown aspect of my life would be my future. 60 years of the unknown, hence, 60 monsters in my closet.