and at night when i
feel so shy it's like the moon dips down to meet
me in the middle of who i am and was.
it's like when you call me and we talk till 4
but we can't be together, because everything is off kilter.
we listen to stupid songs and i play poetry into the night
with my fake words and ridiculous phrases.
and the way i talk sometimes it
kills you to listen.
so i turn my ears to speaker phone and the light
on the ear piece starts blinking and saying that
again the battery is dying;
so it's, time to switch to blue.
and when i feel like you love me too much i just,
hold onto the edges of this guy i think that i [might] love and
i only want you but you can't know that or else the game
just isn't
fun anymore.
but we cling to bottled up hopes and i tell you that yes,
everything will be all right cause i will turn to you in the end-
like i always do.
and you laugh on the other line and talk about lists and it's:
1) this has got to stop
2) i feel like i'm a little strained
3) the room is falling around me
4) vomit is like water colors when it's jello
and
5) i'm in love with you.
except for instead of me, i think that you are in love with
the floor because you keep talking about how
nice the wood feels against your face,
while i smoke my cigarettes and pretend that
i am
not
breaking
down.
Author notes
tinkerbell-or-me
i don't know what this is.
it is 4:34 AM, and i am far too tired to think.
ily.
♥
A contest entry
- Round One by She Stole My Voice.
325 points, ended June 18, 2008, 9 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
so stop this right now
Comments
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It sounds like there are insecurities within these lines for these two in love. I absolutely love how you have written this, although I always love how you write...it's always amazingly unique and original, and as I've said before, you have such a gift for bringing emotion out of your words...
This is beautiful, almost a little sad, but I love the focus on detail and the telephone conversation...
♥
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what the fuck...it's not fair how beautifully you write my dear girl...
damn.
what I really mean is...I love this. every bit.
"we listen to stupid songs and i play poetry into the night
with my fake words and ridiculous phrases.
and the way i talk sometimes it
kills you to listen."
-
"and at night when i
feel so shy it's like the moon dips down to meet
me in the middle of who i am and was"
&&
"vomit is like water colors when it's jello"
I think we need to have a blood transfusion, so you can give me some of your poetic blood
because this baby;;
it's so amazing and touching,
there isn't even a word for it.
you and I will have to make one.
I love you silly bitch.
♥
~Princess of Shadows~
PS: I have a new AIM and gmail talky thing. :]
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