in case you haven't noticed, i've been trying new things when it comes to poetry...please tell me what you think about this poem and every other one you find on my blog
you're the stand up type of guy:
when are you going to realize all that i've ever been asking for
was a small bit of horizontal alignment? i mean really...
i don't care if your family thinks i show too much skin
or you don't understand why i can't sit still. i'm restless.
i'm a dancer. you can't pick and choose perfect formulas.
they just happen. poison does too,
but i guess that is the chance we have to take.
don't act like you are stumped. you're bad at it.
i'm not asking for a single thing back, honestly.
i don't even mind if you look at me
only when you're bored and frustrated.
i like it just fine, after all.
i bet you never expected to hear that type of thing.
i sometimes think you bring out the worst in me,
but maybe that is a good enough reason.
wait, that's a lie. we both know the fallacy of words.
you're still a poet, aren't you?
i don't think that is something you quit easily,
but i could be wrong. it has happened to me before.
i know what good decisions are though,
and i think you should give up the fight,
my bed is only 505 miles away and even you can't deny
the sun rise is much better from this angle.
1 comment:
You are slacking on new poetry.
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