My last time to vent you;
Out of here, get out of here.
Every reminder is a reminder.
Every one was true.
Every word was literal
When I laughed, I was not laughing;
Inside you were my heart attack,
The demon that thrives inside.
And now I feel shamed,
Stupid and embarassed.
I felt something I knew was not to be in return
So why do I feel now so sorry;
So burdened,
When you didn't even know the story;
Nobody needed to know.
But I felt something
And it was real.
It wasn't love;
Which Im glad of.
But it was the hope you'd be there;
It was the sense of your presence.
But the disappointment,
You didn't even want harmony.
Living in this dischord,
You cared less,
Could you have been more nonsensical?
I let this run from inside of me;
To protect you from knowing.
To let the story bleed
Would be to give up a reputation
More important before you.
It was before you.
When I laugh in your presence,
I will only be hiding the emotion.
The foolishness of the past.
I won't trust again,
You made it so I couldn't.
I thought I could migrate out of you;
You only pushed me back inside.
Right now,
I'm where I would have always wanted to be,
That while ago,
Before this all came down.
And now I'm everywhere I don't.
Author notes
Love has nothing to do with it. Angst even less.
How does this compare to the non-poem, written version?
Comments
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Oh god when I look back at this now, it seems so stupid, but it makes sense of things in a good way, I guess.
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i guess i dont really know how like, bad this whole thing is, because when you explained it to me it didnt seem like it was so so so so much of a problem, maybe you should just try and let go of it though, because she's just gonna be her.


