the room's packed.
hot sweat on the back of necks.
ears pounding.
but not quite as hard as that drummer.
coffee and cigarattes.
the scent fills my nose and heart
and takes me back to last year.
so much has changed.
last year, i sat and sipped
while my newfound friends
had the time of their lives.
i sat in my shell and thought of poems
that i would go home and write.
last year i lived for his love.
for his approval.
like he was some kind of god.
but i've learned my lesson well.
never again will i worship
the ground anyone stands on.
a year ago, sitting there
i thought only of wanting someone to love me.
but tonight, while my nostrils filled with sweat,
sll i could think of was loving myself.
and how maybe, just, maybe,
the only person who'll ever complete me
is myself.
(because a chance for love holds to guarantees.)
Author notes
my coffee house poem from last year;
http://allpoetry.com/poem/2667908
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Comments
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wow. i told you ur poetry was amazing.
anyway, i remember last year...i sat in the hall the whole time with one of my friends. this year i was preforming on the stage. weird how things change. and i can't decide which one i liked more...
well...you're poem was awesome. keep writing, i'm addicted...
<3jules
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wow.
i know exactly how you feel, and im doing the same damn thing.
i keep picturing how things were last year this time of year, and then comparing it to now.
and its surprising.
but you know what?
it just leaves me feeling confused as to whether i wish i was still there or not.
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omg Amanda this is really good
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I wish I was at Coffee house
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