You taught me a lot of things,
like to love your friends
as much as your family,
as much as your family.
Because family will always be there
but if you love your friends as much
you'll have the most incredible friends
and you considered me one of them.
And it's true what anyone will tell you
that people forget you as strangely as they met you,
it's frightening and comforting,
it's frightening and comforting.
It's frightening because it means you're dispensable
and while that's true,
it's comforting because it must mean
that they're dispensable too.
When I was in town and met you for coffee
we went where we always used to-
sat in the same chairs with different air,
the same chairs with different air
and I couldn't breathe when you told me
about your intended major
and how you like to run barefoot
because I already knew that
and we used to talk about, we used to talk
about the things that scared us the most,
and the people we loved,
and remind one another that
there was always someone who held us dear.
It's true what anyone will tell you
that people forget you as strangely as they met you,
it frightens and comforts me,
it frightens and comforts me.
It's frightening because it means you're dispensable
and while that's true,
it comforts me to think it means
that they're dispensable too.
When you kissed me in your room
when my hair was long
and you were just as lost as I was,
was it frightening and comforting?
Was it frightening and comforting?
Was it frightening because you'd forgotten
what it felt like to kiss someone
when you were not in love?
what it felt like to kiss someone
when you were not in love?
Was it comforting, so damn easy
to confirm that someone still held you dear?
to confirm that someone still held you dear?
Some months went by and you said
you didn't regret it,
I doubt that each day but remind
myself that you said it-
it's frightening and comforting,
I thought you might know by now
how I hate goodbyes
how I hate goodbyes
enough to not say hello again.
But I won't tell you that,
I wouldn't want to make you sad.
I like to think that it would make you sad,
Because if it did
wouldn't that mean you still cared?
Held me dear?
That'd be frightening and comforting,
more frightening than comforting.
You taught me a lot of things - penis and vagina mostly - sounds sad, but the lesson is important. I wanted you, you didn't want me - blah, blah, blay - never happened before - I'm a young female and therefore a poet, so my heart is naked and bare, and that beats metre, rhyme and rhythm ... did I mention I am a girl and young ?
ReplyDeleteDoubting Thomas is right to Doubt, just as you are right to write 3,000 words about how you have been hurt, and 1,000 about how you are real. Thomas thanks you for the laughs, but asks you not to stalk him any more - his mother worries, you know, yeah ?
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