The buzz that leaves my mind
The heat radiating off my neck
The small of my back where you touched me
Your hands shaking ever so slightly
enjoying that movement
so uh its been two/three years since my last post. im in college now. this site has changed a lot
Scrollin past ol’ conversations
and wonderin what it is I saw in him
the hate, the anger, the stupidity
the flaws, the unwillin’ness to change
somethin resuscitates deep within me an I struggle
to push it down so the regret don’t drown me
I made my choice--I love ‘im
there ain’t no backin down now
the look in his eyes, the curve of his lips
the broad chest yet untouched beneath his shirt
lookin at ‘im, I’d jest dive into it--no questions asked
turnin ‘round, I feel what he’s stitched of an I flinch
but I em unable to walk away from the choice I made
It's funny, I thought this was such a meaningful statement a year ago but now I realize just how stupid I was to have feelings like these. I really feel a disconnect to this poem. I guess that's why I'm posting it now.
Whatever happened to chasing after your dreams?
All we are now are the butterflies, released
Because "if you love them, let them go"
Well, ***** ancient proverbs
I don't expect anything to come back
If it's been abandoned, you see
Looks like its going downhill from here
Yet I still gaze up to the heavens
Instead of the hell before me
I guess that's the torture of
Not knowing where you're going
When you're an optimist like me
On very rare occasions, I don't want to think about work, and hardship, in the future. But I always feel bad afterwards.
You tainted this site with your fingertips
Your presence, your words
I came here as an escape--
Or a justification?
But you held me confined
And gave me no answers
Now I am back, but every megabyte screams your name
I hover over the search bar even though you have disintegrated
Yet I still expect your poems to make an appearance
To either kiss me like I would have wanted you to
Or stab me like I know too well you did
Your existence has been wiped out
I have no reason to return to computerized data
Other than hoping you’d come around too
Please come back?
It pains me just to hear your name
Three years later and it's just the same
I can't even say I wonder anymore
The tears still fresh like they've just been tore
Your body can't feel the pain
It's just the voices inside my brain
Not even there and yet--
I hear you everywhere
What did I do WHAT DID I DO?
For the fourth line: pronounce "tears" like "pears." Also, scream that line really loud inside your head. That's what I did. And also scream the last line of the second stanza.
I don't know if I want an answer or if I just don't want anything to do with you.
You don't know fear until
The one place that always makes you happy
Is 4,425 miles away and
You wait as each passing day
Gets you closer to never seeing it again
You don't know fear until
The one person that always makes you happy
Won't even recognize you in 4 years and
You just look at them hoping
That will never come true
But it might.
And that's fear.
There's a difference between terror, being afraid, being fearful, anxiety, and apprehension. Slowly, I'm figuring out what those differences are. And it's not pretty.