Category: Poetry

i got your note
on my diary page
and i read the one you left me
underneath the elastic of the dolly
i read the words in your poetry
and think that you should come with a companion
and that that companion should be me.
i don’t want to explain you,
but i can try to explain myself to you
and this is the only thing
pertinent to us us us

you are losing me,
and you have been all along
you’re losing me in your eyes
you’re losing me in your touch
you’re losing me in your strength
you’re losing me in your voice
and you’re losing me in you
even you could not push me away from you
even if you tried
you’d find me
crawling back to you

you were right all along
you are losing me
and so now you know
but they say that we’re all winners
just by playing the game

because my heart skipped
when i saw you there
with tears in my eyes
and why you, why there
why when i’m crying?
why when i have to drive home, with my feet on the ground
(you make me float)

war against saddam
prices go up up up up
i just want cheap gas

i could let go of everything
in a waterfalling of emotion
and when all was swept away
still, there would be you.

soaked in the sweat of my anger
and the salt of my tears
you stand so proud,
look so beautiful

i could hold on to what we have
and be happy for a long, long time
and if it ends even after that
well, i fought well

damp with the preservation
and bitter with a happy ending
god you’re beautiful
and i can’t look at you

i could turn my head away
you could meet my gaze.

i feel like a war hero
but i am no hero;
there was no war
:if there was a war
i would not could not fight
as american as it might be
i love my country
picking and choosing our battles
I love my country
but I can not go. I will not go
If you want me, you can’t have me
stop your fucking questions
this war is not mine
or anyones, who cares
who cares! so he’s oppressive
some may argue, you are too
i fear the power of these words
can you stop my right?
what about the right to not fight.
don’t take my boyfriends away
what will i do
when there is no one to whore
myself out to
i am not the prostitute of this country
is that in your statutes?
i can not, i can not fight for you
it’s not about you, it’s about them
there are other dictators too.

as i lay me down to sleep
i pray. just let go.

i am a plague
and you–you are my symptom
i’ve tried tylenol and metal cuts
but you never go away
i kind of like you here now

i never said i loved you
that doesn’t mean i didn’t mean it
but i still turn away
and you are, who?
i can’t answer that because i don’t know you
maybe you’re my dead father
come back to see how i am
i’ll hit you over the head with an urn of my exes ashes
he’s only my ex because he’s gone
and i should’ve known that you’d be gone too
i spend so much time hoping
while you spend so much time leaving
i’m so fucking glad you’re gone

don’t you ever try to come back here.

two songs at once,
i’ve got it all
the phone is ringing
once again we’re pretending
it just isn’t there

and maybe this makes it natural:
i want to be with you
and i’m in love with you
and it only feels different this time
because i’m a different person

in the shower my voice cracks
as i loudly sing along
i just laugh and go back to my dark
water filling cave
i hope i can stay afloat long enough
to look into your eyes again

when the tears falling down
onto my pillow
fake red hair and new greenish eyes
i’ve never felt this beautiful
i’ve never been this genuine

we were curled up, like children
lost and forgotten by the world
on her floor on her floor
and your lip ring was resting,
no where near me
but out bodies were kind of close
and i wondered what you would do
if you woke up cuddled next to me
i wondered if you could possibly see it like me
and i wanted to know..
how does your heart beat,
when the rest of you is sleeping?

we looked so alone
and i felt honestly like we were seperate
however unhappy with the situation
and you looked so beautiful and soft
a fairytale in new york on sarah’s floor
and last night in bed
i longed to be held
i clung to the comforter
like it’s warmth was security from the loneliness
i bought a copy of that comic book you had
i can read it and think of you.

but i can’t feel you
until my eyes slam hard asleep
and my heart slows down
sometimes i almost feel like we’re on the floor
so close sleeping
i wonder if you’re dreaming.