It's gonna suck so much ass
When she tells me that no, it's just not going to happen.
And I'll do dishes by myself,
Groceries, walks through the park,
Talk to my crying reflection in the mirror,
And I'm going to become very familiar
With my hands.
And I'll look at the sky and jab my finger at it accusingly,
And demand when, when, when! will the sorrow cease,
When will the sacrifices have meaning,
When will I stop being only a friend,
When can I be honest and open and true,
And when will someone be honest and open and true
With me.
And everywhere I look, I'll see things not as they are,
But as they would look if consumed by flames,
I will smile inside as I realize
That all these happy couples and families,
Who laugh while playing at the swings,
Who share cotton candy at the fairs and carnivals,
Who measure Junior's growth on a door frame,
As I realize that, eventually, they will all decay,
And no one can take their loved ones with them
Beyond blissful Death, that eventually,
Even they will be utterly alone.
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Written November 7th, 2003
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This piece was actually a response to another of my own works, called, interestingly enough, Future. The link to it is:
allpoetry.com/Poem/376115
Anyway, I thought this point should be mentioned as, being a companion piece, this makes references that parallel or reflect lines from that poem.
Thanks!
- El Siempre Solo Gio -
Wonderful
This is a sad old song but you have updated the beat and given it new lyrics. Proves that the oldies are still the best and what rings most true in the human breast is the lament of our separateness. Ironic isn't it that what connects us most and defines our humanity is our realization of our disconnectedness. I have run into this brick wall of recognition at the end of every relationship. Thanks for this affirmation that I am not alone.
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