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Things That Still Keep Me Up At Night, part one
I lose myself in the people I love.
It's not a conscious thing, really.
It happens sort of gradually. Like a boat,
sinking into the chest of my lover
until one day I'm completely
submerged.
You never asked about my rope burn scar
or why I never venture out to sea
or why I knock twice on wood when you joke
about dying.
You never watched Sally Field's amazing performance
in my favorite movie and you always insisted that
the Beach Boys were "gay".
You never noticed that the birthmark on my knee
either looks like Texas or a heart,
depending on where you're standing.
You never even appreciated the irony of
me living in the Sunshine State when the smell
of oranges makes me want to vomit.
I want to scream all these things in your face
or just to anyone that will listen but instead I'll
listen to all your favorite songs
and read your favorite books
and try to find what it is about their words
that strikes you so much
more than I ever did.
It's not a conscious thing, really.
It happens sort of gradually. Like a boat,
sinking into the chest of my lover
until one day I'm completely
submerged.
You never asked about my rope burn scar
or why I never venture out to sea
or why I knock twice on wood when you joke
about dying.
You never watched Sally Field's amazing performance
in my favorite movie and you always insisted that
the Beach Boys were "gay".
You never noticed that the birthmark on my knee
either looks like Texas or a heart,
depending on where you're standing.
You never even appreciated the irony of
me living in the Sunshine State when the smell
of oranges makes me want to vomit.
I want to scream all these things in your face
or just to anyone that will listen but instead I'll
listen to all your favorite songs
and read your favorite books
and try to find what it is about their words
that strikes you so much
more than I ever did.
Published 15th Jan 2013
| Edited 13th Mar 2013
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16th Jan 2013 8:14pm
Sounds like whoever you're talking about in this poem is pretty mindless and that's messed up. Anyway I like how these thoughts seem like they're fresh from your mind and filled with truths and nothing else. This is good stuff
Hey, thanks so much! And yeah some lines from this came to me in the shower and so I sat down and wrote it right when I got out. Kind of a spur of the moment type thing. I appreciate that you noticed my sincerity and I'm glad it came through :3 Thanks again! x
17th Jan 2013 6:07am
You're welcome. It's good that you wrote it down as soon as you got out. People can forget great things when they don't write them down as soon as they come to them. It was a pleasure reading your poem :3 By the way is the "x" at the end of your comment missing an "o?"
Anonymous
17th Jan 2013 6:10am
Cool poem, D.
Pen on!
Tidespotter
Pen on!
Tidespotter
