surround me and postpone me and thread me like a bead
and choke me with your slumber
and sing softly to me
and make me cry let me
rest my head upon your newly freed shoulder
and let me scream into your clothes
and let me just smolder and let me
think that I am small
and just stop telling me lies
and let me know
and please
postpone
the hate I feel
that you despise
and I am wrong
and I am tired and
I'm so worn
I have expired and
engulfed your thoughts and hatreds and
everything.
Everything is numbers crunched
stream of conscious flow
and hate
and love me
love me.
Love me please.
Why am I so needy?
Why can't I just spit this out?
These flowing thoughts
I want to die.
I'm emo, yes.
BUT I HAVE EVERYTHING
everything.
You know you can't deny that.
I'm finding that being comfortable
in my own skin
hurts.
Because one moment I'm accepted,
the next I'm crying.
I'm not like those normal emo girls that don't talk.
I talk and I
share and I
love.
I love you.
And I'm not socially awkward, am I?
Only when alone, left to my thoughts.
Otherwise.
I'm a social butterfly.
Right?
That's what they say.
I'm not even rhyming anymore.
I'm crying, right?
I'm sighing
I'm lying
I'm eying your
Love your light your halfhearted smile in my direction and
fair is the loveliest thing.
The ugliest thing.
Huh. That almost rhymes. Funny how that
works.
4 comments:
"Because one moment I'm excepted" accepted?
*hugs* you ok? do you wanna talk? well i'm gonna call you tonight anyways :)
It's like this poem was a premonition. For the good or bad I am not sure. Funny I was just in a really off mood and I couldn't explain it and then this like came true in all the meaninglessness that it was. and Yes, that's what I meant, thanks:)
that's not good. i'm sorry. i'll call now (well, first i have to put my phone on to charge)
:( i called, but alas, no answer. i have a lot of exams this week, but perhaps after wednesday we can talk?
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