I miss you and I'm crying

I miss you and I'm crying

A Poem by Beatrice Mars

I need to

(Sober up before my lift comes)

Leave,

Get away from here,

Because I'm waiting for something

That I don't think is coming.

 

It's not fair

Because sometimes

I'd rather just forget

Than

Miss you like I do.

 

But I miss you.

I miss you

And there's not much else to say.

(But I'm going to say it anyway)

 

I miss you

And I only

Just noticed,

But it's hardly a revelation.

Please don't call that

Place home.

 

I miss you because

(Obviously)

You're not here and

(I'm selfish)

You seem to like it there.

 

I'm writing about how much

I miss you

And I'm not even sure if

I've got the right words.

 

I want to go back

(In time to when it snowed)

And I want to climb a mountain

(Like we never did.)

I want watch movies all night

And I want to go for walks

And I want my friend back.

 

I want better words than

'I miss you'

 

(I want you here because I still can't believe you're not.)

 


 

(I'm not going to say it again)

I need to go

I've been waiting for too long,

For something that isn't happening.


I'm going to run away

(I wish)

And I'm going to go see you

(I wish)

I need to get away

 

I'm going somewhere far away

(I wish)

Somewhere I won't come back from

(I wish)

 

 

I need to be far away.

(Because that's where you are-

Far Away)

 

I mis-

 

 

I need to be somewhere else.

How far is away?

 

© 2010 Beatrice Mars


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'i need to be somewhere else. how far is away?'
love this. so sad but so goood.

Posted 14 Years Ago



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Beatrice Mars
Beatrice Mars

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I'm an 19 year old girl. Of all the souls that stand create I have elected one. When sense from spirit files away, And subterfuge is done; When that which is and that which was Apart, intr.. more..

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