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Other Topics => Creative Endeavors => Topic started by: PIBby on January 04, 2005, 07:05:56 pm
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Does it bother you when the only thing I focus on,
Is that everything you said you'd change,
You swear you'd never touch again?
It seems so hard to want to change while numb.
I think of you only when I realize that there's no hope for me to quit,
Because I have no self-control, but we're both so insecure.
But when you combine two negatives, all we are is sure,
That there is nothing that I could say to you for you to change.
Positive is nothing and I thought you "didn't notice."
Well something bothers me, when you say you don't care if I hurt you.
Yeah, you can breathe without me; in fact,
You've "had some trouble breathing" with me around you.
So hang my picture just to watch it burn.
I'd say I'm sorry again,
And I'd guess I'll never learn that your sad, green eyes can't control me.
But when the lights go out and there's no one there to you on,
Keep saying to yourself that you don't need my company -
You've "made it this far without . . ." me. Did I let you go?
Have you figured what the problem was with one more hit, one more time?
When your voice wears down and there's no one with you who turns you on,
Can you even remember if you've changed?
Because we're so far back and I'm mixing with your last three months.
But you've made it this far.
And every weekend without me since then has been a blur. But you let go.
So follow me home. Let me know if something's changed,
Because I needed you now that I was climbing out of this hole,
With L-O-V-E carved into it, that swallowed me.
And it left me for nothing but hopes that soon you'll visit me,
And we'll spend another night on my front porch.
I thought you said you loved him, but that was December.
Now the new year's here, and I'm finally climbing out,
Shattering every light that you turned on, convinced you're wearing off.
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that is awesome!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :!: :!: :!:
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Thanks
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Everyone should buy her book.
http://www.cafepress.com/cecespoems
$4 go to charity. The ATR charity.
Nice poem, Cece. As always.
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And she does it again.
Wow.
I must buy that book...
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I dont have any money :cry:
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I have a book? And it's published? And for sale?
Damn.
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I have a book? And it's published? And for sale?
Damn.
Yes, you do. You're okay with that, right?
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that was insanely good!
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i miss your writing, cece! this one is awesome as always
kelley
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I dont have any money :cry:
me either :cry:
KICKASS work Cece.
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That was really beautifully written. I get that feeling sometimes that someone I had something special with is totally unaffected by the break up. Well, the fact of the matter is that different people have different ways of coping with situations and sometimes people act or seem like the break up was no big deal to them, but when they're alone, they are drowning in sorrow because they don't release it. I've always had this theory that we never really get over anyone, we just tend to set them aside when someone else comes along.
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. . . we never really get over anyone, we just tend to set them aside when something else comes along.
(This is when I marry you.)
No, I'm playing, but I totally agree. What's odd about it, though, is you can have so many feelings for someone and you can love them so much, but the minute someone new that you're attracted to even more comes along you leave the former. You never really forget about the first person, because they're always in your thoughts somewhere in the back of your mind and if you think about them too hard, you realize that. And then you get scared that your current person is going to fall away from you just like the first did because of someone new, but then you say, "No . . . No one's more (fill in the blank) than whoever your current person is."
That's what I think; it's hard to comprehend being so vague, but I didn't feel like typing, especially about that subject. Basically: On Monday, you love John Smith and "know" that you're never going to find someone better-suited for you than him. But on Tuesday, you meet Pocahontas and now "know" that you're never going to find someone better-suited for you than her, including John Smith.
How does that happen?