you've stuck like glue to the inside of my skull
scratching the tender parts of my frontal lobes
abrasively keeping my thoughts from anything but you
and I sneeze again, as I pick up another dirty tissue
and think, "only fifteen more days"
fifteen more
days
I'm stuck in this never ending spiral of
oh my god, is he thinking of me?
oh my god, what if he is?
oh my god, what if he's NOT!?
and the dust kicked up from frantic cleaning clogs my nose
and makes it hard to
breathe
this incessant worrying makes me want to slap myself
'cause there's nothing to be done but wait
but my brain is saturated, dripping with thoughts of you
erotic?, yes, comforting?, not in the slightest
all they make me do is wonder what sorts of trouble you're getting into
without me
even though there is no "us"
and I just told you I like you a week ago
Author notes
um....?
In a list
A contest entry
- saturated by unraveled.
525 points, ended May 31, 2007, 12 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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oh dear god...can I relate to this or can I relate to this. Great job. It had a raging flow which I thought was perfect for the topic... *mind wanders*
I think I should just shut up right now before I say something I shouldn't. x_x
MORSMORDRE!
- The Dark Lady
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i like the line "my brain is saturated, dripping with thoughts of you"
i think the poem could be developed further, right now it seems like a rant.
-cassidy -
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do I have time to edit it?
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