So sick off myself
My pathetic whining
Pining
For what?
Hearts and curly cues,
Dance across every page,
He fills every corner,
Lurking in the curves,
Of devoted letters,
Words dedicated to heartache,
Dedicated to an idea of a person
Who never deserved it.
So sick of myself!
To think,
I wrote that?
Lyrics of songs,
Stick figures,
With stupid faux-hawks.
Ha, what could be more pathetic,
Than a ditsy girl,
Thinking she's the only smart one,
In the room,
So stupid.
I'm so sick of myself,
Even when everything's going right,
Happiness shines,
Possibilities,
Hopes,
I turn to my dark daydreaming,
Again,
And I let him,
Sneak back in,
To haunt me,
Even though I've already said goodbye,
A dozen times before.
So sick of myself,
And who I let myself become,
Sickened,
By the notes,
The poems,
The songs,
The pictures and memories.
I'll never be rid of him,
And what sickens me most,
Is I let him get to me,
Every time.
A poem I wrote earlier in the week when Monday was my Garfield day and I was not having such a good time.. Though I did become a lot more positive during the week :P
This is really good!
Well done, Kassady! So glad you're feeling a bit happier now, though.
I can see your improvement every time you post. And you ended this so perfect! And you hit the repetition thing right on the nail. Great job! :D
Goodbye? Oh no, please. Can’t we just go back to page one and start all over again?” – Winnie The Pooh