The IrrelevanceA Poem by AustinSometimes, I don't want to have feelings. I don't want feelings to exist. Pain. Hatred. Love. They're just distracting. They distract you from life. They're irrelevant.
These feelings, they're irrelevant.
I know it is the truth. For some reason, though, and I can't help it, I'm feeling them about you. I know I only proving my own point, Because I can't get my mind off of you. In class, at home, When I'm on the phone, It's the only thing I can do. Oh the irony. Oh the irrelevance. Really, I find it funny. I can't even speak in my own defense. So I listen to myself saying, yet again, Oh the irony. Oh the irrelevance. My stomach gets butterflies in it when I'm waiting on your reply. I don't know why. I wish I didn't feel this way so we could just be friends. Oh the irony. And the terrible, horrible irrelevance. © 2010 AustinAuthor's Note
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