TGAOD

A Poem by IWASNEVERTHERE

We're orphans deluded by the definition of wealth
The stars on the roof do come at a cost
The idea of being free
Sold at a price too high to purchase
So we pop tags instead
Drown in double parted C's, can't you see?
The fear behind the eyes of a generation
Generation X
How fitting
Your tearstained eyes watch me from across the room but your smile entices me to create an image from a long forgotten memory
Candle lights and promises
We try to run away but in truth our numbness is what keeps bringing us back together
So we
Pop another X and we pray in the night time we'll be okay
Because in the morning
And during the day
We find it hard to function
Our minds are high in the clouds
Our hearts are aeroplanes searching for countries to land on
But we're here in this crowded room
Pupils diluted as we roll for an hour or two
The word "love" suddenly takes centre stage
I love you, I love her, I love him, I love me
We all seem to be in love
The sudden rush of serotonin
It's scary how easy it is to fall in love when for an hour the word seems to lose it's meaning
Hugs and kisses fly across the room
Playing X and O with faces we barely know
But isn't this what we live for?
We dance away with these blinking lights
Moving backwards and forwards to sounds we're unlikely to remember
Say you'll remember me
Funny how we end up on nights like this
Yelling out our feelings but when the sun comes we're too afraid to speak
I guess we're wired not to fall in love
So we
Pop another X and suppress the feelings we fight away whenever our eyes meet
Building blocks filled with concrete for hearts too unfamiliar with the thought of devotion
So we pour up our thoughts in a potion and wait
Maybe one day we'll build up our tolerance to the stage where we're no longer afraid
Isn't it ironic how we live life on replay yet pause the moment it becomes too real?
Too many she loves me nots
Catching feelings wasn't part of the deal
Instead we sniff the dotted lines and stare at faces a reflection of our own
This is where we call home
A safe space riddled with vices
Screaming "I can't feel my face" when in truth we're ohh so used to the feeling
After all, to us it's just another day
We hit forwards just to press replay