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Love, Has made me shameless. I see your face, your car, your dog, Pointless things that I attribute to you, But I don't see them, Not really. And so I am here, In the dark, lit up by the blue Of Facebook on my computer screen. I hold no shame, For I am desperate for a sample of you. I am hungry for you. This sort of thing I'm doing, kills you inside. But I need to see you I need to remember your details, I can't and won't forget you. I know you don't do this To me, Things I thought were romantic was just friendship, The weakest of friendship. I'm just too dumb. You and me; We pretend That we're just friends, Well, maybe you're not pretending, But I am. I see you to remind me of you, The way you crouch over your guitar, The jut of your chin, The way your eyes shine, When I make you happy. Long, delicate fingers, The bump in your nose, Your acne, Your hair, The girlish colour of your mouth That I hoped would touch one day With my own. For you, I have not suffered for my art I have simply suffered. And all that has come of it are the silliest, the dreamiest of girly love poems. But I mean every word. My dear, I've wasted my precious time I'll let you sing your pithy rhymes My darling, you've been a fool- I'm a crazy lady, I'm no light touch- But so have I. You're a crazy boy, you're no light touch You pulled me in with both hands-on How was I supposed to get out? Leave your places of worship, That we share. Perhaps you were special; You were just different But I am integral, and you are temporary. You're just a friend, I suppose, if that's what I want it to be, But that's confusing. We pretend To be best friends, But were we really? All I see, is just me And you blowing me off, And me saying to your mother "Oh no, we're friends, it's fine." My God, What a ****** boyfriend you would have made. What a bullet I dodged! Darling, it's been ten months, And we only live once. Ten months ago, Maybe I'd think differently. My dear, perhaps you'll realise And then, you'll feel Your head will romanticize it all, And perhaps you'll write some of your finest love songs, About a girl, who cared, and cared far too long, And now she doesn't think twice about you. Ain't that sad? I used to like The idea of being your muse. Bob Dylan's Suze Rotolo, WB Yeats' Maud Gonne, But I'll be my own muse, I'll inspire myself. Life moves with water and sun, not with you. Because, darling, it's been ten months, And I Am Over you.
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Aug 11, 2015
Aug 11, 2015 at 6:47 PM UTC
callmenothing
Ten Months
Love, Has made me shameless. I see your face, your car, your dog, Pointless things that I attribute to you, But I don't see them, Not really. And so I am here, In the dark, lit up by the blue Of Facebook on my computer screen. I hold no shame, For I am desperate for a sample of you. I am hungry for you. This sort of thing I'm doing, kills you inside. But I need to see you I need to remember your details, I can't and won't forget you. I know you don't do this To me, Things I thought were romantic was just friendship, The weakest of friendship. I'm just too dumb. You and me; We pretend That we're just friends, Well, maybe you're not pretending, But I am. I see you to remind me of you, The way you crouch over your guitar, The jut of your chin, The way your eyes shine, When I make you happy. Long, delicate fingers, The bump in your nose, Your acne, Your hair, The girlish colour of your mouth That I hoped would touch one day With my own. For you, I have not suffered for my art I have simply suffered. And all that has come of it are the silliest, the dreamiest of girly love poems. But I mean every word. My dear, I've wasted my precious time I'll let you sing your pithy rhymes My darling, you've been a fool- I'm a crazy lady, I'm no light touch- But so have I. You're a crazy boy, you're no light touch You pulled me in with both hands-on How was I supposed to get out? Leave your places of worship, That we share. Perhaps you were special; You were just different But I am integral, and you are temporary. You're just a friend, I suppose, if that's what I want it to be, But that's confusing. We pretend To be best friends, But were we really? All I see, is just me And you blowing me off, And me saying to your mother "Oh no, we're friends, it's fine." My God, What a ****** boyfriend you would have made. What a bullet I dodged! Darling, it's been ten months, And we only live once. Ten months ago, Maybe I'd think differently. My dear, perhaps you'll realise And then, you'll feel Your head will romanticize it all, And perhaps you'll write some of your finest love songs, About a girl, who cared, and cared far too long, And now she doesn't think twice about you. Ain't that sad? I used to like The idea of being your muse. Bob Dylan's Suze Rotolo, WB Yeats' Maud Gonne, But I'll be my own muse, I'll inspire myself. Life moves with water and sun, not with you. Because, darling, it's been ten months, And I Am Over you.
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