Part I
Tall.
She was tall.
With long strands of blonde.
that we're trespassed upon by a man not fit to give her life.
She had
blue eyes
Mother-like
And she brought me closer
when she was here, closer to deep thought
Still in part iv when she left,
she let me
Fall down
Damn, where are her band aids now
Part II
She smiled,
and continued
to titillate my
senses.
Dawning upon
a newcomer, with those
curls.
She intrigued me enough
with offers to cure (imagined) pain.
And in a final and
seemingly right decision
(mature and pure)
She quit, leaving
for more complex ideas and thoughts?
Part III
In retrospect
I needed her to
call.
Still before i was
ignorant and
stayed away.
And my stalwart she
knocked on the door
after the game.
It was late.
I think she cried that night.
And all i could do was
pull down my sleeve
in hopes she'd stop.
But she only wanted me to stop hurting.
Part IV
I hear she's
doing fine.
More passionate
about life(?), and changing
with the drugs and love.
I wouldn't know.
I'm sure she'll call.
And in my wit allied with hers
we could reminisce and laugh.
All good things must come to an end.
And she doesn't love me anymore.
That Janis Obsession.
Author notes
Don't be angry
Written October 16th, 2005
What did you think
Comments
-
Brenda, it's cried...not cryed...ok, now that I got that off my chest, this is such a sad poem, and yet I didn't even get halfway through it and I knew exactly who you were talking about. Easily expressed, this is an awesome tribute to the girl who used to drive me crazy. Miss u too, Bren, and I miss you Courtney...but life is so weird...and things happen how they happen...ahh...whatever, I'm rambling.
-
I can't believe I completely let our friendship go like I did. I guess I thought with everything the way it is now it would be hard to even talk to you because we'd never get to hang out. I only ever go to Sullivan like once every three weeks or so and it'd be weird for you if you came up here and hung out because the people i hang around with do a thing or two that you probably wouldn't be comfortable with, but I would love for you to hang out with my friends they're all good people... I really like the poem by the way...I cryed for sure...And I'm gonna call you, promise. I love you courtney
Adding your comment:
