Too uncaring to even put me down
I feel a particular coldness
In my bones when I think of you
And I have to shiver
I follow at your unconscious signal
Just another worthless fool
Who hates your guts
Just get lost, I think
You don't care about anything
Not me
Not them
Not yourself
But that's okay. when you die
They'll say false words
Tailored for grieving the loss
But I won't say anything
When they wail over you
Your face the calm mask
I will look down on you
And I will shed not a tear
And at night
You will dominate my dreams
And I will ignore you
Turn your Apathy against you
I will see you walking
Down the street
Different heights all the same
And pass you by without pause
When I look at myself in the mirror
I will see your face, your hands
Wrapped around my throat
I will take an aspirin
You make me sick
I can't eat thinking of you
If I even remember
At least I'll loose weight
When you hiss wordlessly
in my mind, people will avoid me
And I will find it doesn't bother me
I follow my own path
I will go to your grave
Once
A holiday
I will leave you nothing
I will go to church
Wearing vampire fangs
knocking at my door
But the lights are all off
My pumpkin with your face
Smashed
The next morning
I will pick out the seeds
On your birthday
I will buy myself a cupcake
To commemorate
That you were never born
When I make my coffee
Black and rich
You will pass me the sugar
And I will put the lid on
I will see someone I know
They will avoid eye contact
You will whisper
They shiver at my presence
I will turn my back
If I want someone to hate
I have your picture
In my wallet
When I go to cross the street
You will pull me
A car will drive by
And the driver will wave
I will come home
Not as empty
When I moved in
I had a major headache
You will watch me
Silently on the couch
I will blame myself
Getting so angry at myself
I will shout at you
I don't care either
Why should I
The future is alone
I hate you
Your eyes tell me
I'm an idiot
And I will believe you.

















Comments
The first time I read it I thought it was about someone having died and the protagonist either hated them in life or hated the fact that they were no longer alive. The second time I thought that the protagonist was talking about an ideology/theory that was no more or hard to relate to.
Sorry, I can be horribly dense with these things. In either case this was highly enjoyable! ^^ Hee hee, I love poetry and the idea of a poem without an ionic pentameter is so novel and fresh! Yay!
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We cannot change yesterday. We can only make the most of today, and look with hope towards tomorrow.
Impression of the poem: a saddened 'fuck-you'...
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Let me give all I can; let me give you my heart
Look up 'Symptoms of depression' on google. XP
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Depression is merely anger without enthusiasm, but you know you're really emo when your favorite pen is the only one that bleeds.
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-BELIEVE and SUCCEED-
We cannot change yesterday. We can only make the most of today, and look with hope towards tomorrow.
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/¯/___________________________ ________
| IMMA FIRIN' MAH LAZOR!!!! BLAAAAGHH!!
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(¯`v´¯;
.`·.¸.·´ ♥
¸.·´¸.·´¨; ¸.·*¨;
(¸.·´ (¸.·´ .·´ ¸¸.·¨¯`·.♥ [link]
Depression is merely anger without enthusiasm, but you know you're really emo when your favorite pen is the only one that bleeds.
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