Throw Love on the FloorA Poem by Andrew N. FarrensAsinine sentimentality......"You
can spend minutes, hours, days, weeks or even months over-analyzing a
situation; trying to put the pieces together, justifying what could've, would've happened .
. . or you can just leave the pieces on the floor and move the f**k on." Tupac
Shakur I’ve
thought about things, Maybe
way too much So
I guess I will stop, Living
within my head is not fun Smoke
some damn good weed, Drink
some Wild Turkey 101; That
is today’s lunch Guaranteed, To
create acid in the pit of my stomach And Maybe
it will even bleed Gotta
love this f*****g life!! I
promised my Mother I would try And
not die While
she was still alive In
that degree, Unfortunately
for me This
condition directly excludes suicide What
will the Final Solution be? I
stabbed myself in the left eye Because
it empowers despondency That
allows me to see more clearly Love
is a nasty dream And
it doesn’t mean a god damn thing Except
gloomy anguish That
burns the heart in a fiery ring I’ve
loved this girl for close to ten years But
such are my fears That
to her, I was just another a fling Writing
words about her that she will never read And
My
stupidity doesn’t even matter to me What
is the point Of
Cathrin reading my poetry? If
in the end, She
will never love me After
all the words about her have been wrote As
I sit here at my antique desk, Puffing
on dope (marijuana) I
pray for a smart, beautiful woman That
I hope, Will
wrap around my life And
stick to me like tree smoke That
would be wonderful, The
epitome of great Yet
to every girl I know, I
am just a loyal friend Because
I’m not good enough to date Any
of them The
saddest part of not having her, As
I imagine too much again Is
the fact I’m a much better person And
so happy when I’m with her I
don’t even think stupid, like hurtin’ Myself,
slowly killing my liver I
hate feeling like this So
I consider the game over And I’m
going to somehow learn to live With
humility and shame sober Devoid
of her in my life, though Causes
the Winds of Fate To
be oh so much colder......
And
time continues forward, Not caring about
our Troubles or Fears…………….
.A.N.F. Drew
Kazinsky September
8, 2010 Stockton,
Ca 2:23pm
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