| three days of (bad) poetry. |
| 16march2002 Fie on you For making me act the way I do It used to be fun I thought it silly But now it�s just sick I have such harsh words And when they come out I dare not say them My love sugarcoats everything Even the basis of knowing right from wrong Vodka in my stomach And passion on my breath I�d like to show you what I�m made of now If you weren�t scared before Your legs would buckle with my first sound And you�d be stuck listening, writhing like I do You can�t walk away from me. I warned you. 16march2002 Things are so turned from what they once were the smiles have become frowns the lines have become barricades the comfort has become contempt my love has become indistinguishable, and a hermit hiding from you and your sorry lies away from the pain away from the drain away from the hands that play with it and make it insane. I never thought you�d change me. I never thought you�d be this way. I guess I never thought at all. (but completely the antithesis..i thought you my way.) 16march2002 I always prayed I�d be able to wrap my legs around you again Hold you close and feel you push And now I wish I could wrap them around my own neck Save myself from the trouble of action Save myself from the action of passion Save myself from the passion---it�s only appreciated in my heart anyway So you go on You fool yourself with smiles And you�ll forget me And you�ll forget how I felt And maybe I will too. But I doubt it. 16march2002 should I rely on one single pill to alleviate myself from myself? Until he came, I didn�t feel any shame I was proud of natural state Thankful for the obsessive mind And now I see How I ruin what I want How I kill the possibilities in everyone else�s eyes �Someone will understand. Someday he�ll come� It�s a joke I know, but I like to fool myself But can I fool you too? Have I already bled outside the lines Succumbed to a point of no return Leaving an impression not to be forgot I�d let you slip the pills in my food Drug my drink If I could just be with you. But it�s stupid to think that would matter You don�t care either way Again, I�ve fooled myself past reality How dare you play with my heart. I�ll choke it down. When you learn to feel. |
| day one. |