little i

Written May 23, 2010

kids, if i had a pensieve,
i’d never leave it.
not on days like this.
i haven’t left the clutches
of clouds and coldness
and yesterday.
what courage, rosemarie?
what courage, did you see?
give me a voice, God,
to shout to someone!

i need some help here, stranger.
i need some help here, friend.

why can’t you see
that i’m not perfect?
why can’t you see
through all my lies?

i can feel your judging eyes
ignoring what i would say.
i can fear your abandonment
at my admissions.

the point is
i don’t need
although i
know you
want it.

i just know you won’t fucking get it.


‘cause who am i
to feel this way?

call me a loser
for copping out.
call me a loser
for quitting now.

‘cause who am i
to feel this way?


(anyone could be dying inside
and you would be too narrow
to believe it)
Share this!Email this to someoneTweet about this on TwitterShare on TumblrShare on FacebookShare on Google+Pin on PinterestShare on StumbleUponShare on Reddit

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *