Being alone.

Might be a little convoluted but its thoughts, and its the thoughts that count. I'm working throughout the night on cleaning up meter and might start trying to sing it and get to know it as a song.

I've gone soft holding hair in the bathroom.
I pity the two holding my eyes.
You spent the whole day holding on to the placement.
What a shame,
you've got nowhere to go.

I've gone out with the boys enough to know
that you'll never know what I do.
I spent my last two coins coining some phrases
as I drink away your one and only name.

Anyways I think you ought to know
what you've begun to finally see.
There's story re-emerging
into synergy.
That's my peace.
Another, please.
A blanket thief,
won't let me sleep.

I pulled some strings to save you a ticket
for some seats in our basement tonight.
Would you join me in the steely thicket
where no one can hear us when we fight.

I think its good to be alone.
You comfort me;
wont let me sleep.
Now you know,
its good to be alone.

Don't ever go.
They'll never know.
You never know

I want to know.
I think I'll go;
leave you at home.

You caught a cold.
The fever's old.
Just let it go.
The stories told.
I don't think I need to know.

Author's Note

For all those times when no one was looking.

Reviews

[Meliss@k]

if you don't mind me asking, what was this story about? If you don't want to express what this poem was written about, that's totally fine, but i'm a reader who is always curious. Sometimes i read into things way to much and start asking questions like, "what if this is an allegory? what if there's more to the poem than what there appears to be?" and i have an idea as to what this poem might really be "hinting" toward (if it is a secret hidden beneath the lines) but who knows, maybe there's actually no secret at all that you've created in this poem. :)

[eglantine]

This is my new favorite of yours--it seems much colder and distinct, polished than the others. The emotion doesn't fight to be seen but is felt. Thanks for sharing.

[Kelsey]

This was on the verge of being convoluted, but I don't feel it crossed any lines. I feel it was convoluted in a good way, one that I personally enjoyed. I really enjoyed this piece and its way of being messy in such an interesting and beautiful way. Sometimes that's how our head is - messy, and to see it written out so beautifully, is quite amazing. Great job.

[dukovan]

Thanks kelsey. I added another versey kind of stanza. I'm gonna be cleaning this one up for a while.