all i wanted was to be the marrow that
is softened between your bones and cushions the words
that they spit out at you from behind
teeth that crack like a soda can top in the middle of
october.
it is hot and i am
slipping along the side of the house with
a finger in my ear and your thoughts still
bouncing around in my mouth.
i am
taking away the old and leaving the
new to some other [un]fortunate soul that
needs it more than she
ever did.
and i try so hard not to cry and to just
be infinite without actually accusing you of
malformed ideas and your patterns that sometimes
leave me breathless with that stupid country
solo song pattern and a flash of
yesterday that still somehow
confuses me.
i am like a child that begs to be
played with and for attention to
shower over my head in that romantic way
that children imagine
love.
you are underneath the steps out back and just
watching for me to come out of the door and
hold your hand and
kiss your face
and give you everything that i don't
have in me to
give.
and so when the sky closes in that
awkward way that it
does every night;
i will be just sitting, sitting, sitting on your
lap and dreaming of a face that
is nowhere to be found because i
destroyed it.
Author notes
"Lovers turn into monsters at the loss of all affection
Almost like it was the affection that kept them from being monsters
And I could have used some warning
I was on that porch all morning
Smoking cigarettes and sinking deeper into doubt
Could it be I am mistaken, have I stolen somebody’s baby?
Is it possible for two people to need the same thing?
It's just the lines, they get so blurry
Between what is once, and now required
And I don't know on which side his heart falls
But I know where mine is buried
And it's so far from any wanting
Yeah, it needs this to keep beating
It won't go on without it
If I'm still weighed down with subtleties
Then I'll just come right out and say
That I think that I deserve her
More than anyone deserves anything
Maybe I am selfish, but there is no way to share this
There’s not enough to go around, I don’t care who else gets hurt"
©brighteyes.<3
*tinkerbell-or-me
i'm sorry i didn't write a new one
it's been so hard for me lately.?
ilyy<33
stranger than your sympathy
Comments
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faaaantastic. wow. you exemplified this brighteyes song.
the five senses are all up in here,
good one.
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i think ill just have to keep rereading this over and over till it compltly sinks in.. i love it tho... keep up the amazing work !
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wow baby.
really.
I'm going to re-read this because it was so great.
you always leave me wanting more.
this was just wonderful.
"i am like a child that begs to be
played with and for attention to
shower over my head in that romantic way
that children imagine
love.
you are underneath the steps out back and just
watching for me to come out of the door and
hold your hand and
kiss your face
and give you everything that i don't
have in me to
give.
and so when the sky closes in that
awkward way that it
does every night;
i will be just sitting, sitting, sitting on your
lap and dreaming of a face that
is nowhere to be found because i
destroyed it."
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you are probably the only poet i know who hasnt tried too hard to change who you are in your writing.
you did splendidly here bby <3
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i am so glad you entered. so glad
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