Seasonal Depression

I don't know how to write about heartbreak

or unrequited love

Without sounding cheesy

But don't know how to write about anything else lately.

You see, my room is messy

With old clothes

Empty cups of tea

And books I've read, books I'm reading,

books I'll maybe, someday, read

No, I am not smart or condescending

I just like the feeling 

Of being somwhere else

I still haven't decided 

if this place I'd like to dissolve into has you

or not

But that's not the only thing i haven't decided about yet

Because my room is a mess

And a while ago I had your hoodie

lying around here

I hope I won't be feeling this way 

forever

Because we both know you will,

at least about me.

To you I'm like a nice bus driver

I am the feelong of waking up in the morning

to find out class was canceled

I'm Tuesday night pizza

A pleasant surprise

You could easily live without

And to me 

To me you are the sun 

In the distant north

It disappears for months at a time

And even when it's there

Its light is so weak

you can barely tell it apart

from a florescent bulb

And it's dufficult

It's very hard

To manage without

Though eventually everyone gets used to it

And maybe like those people in Scandinavia

I'll expose myslef to fake sunlight,

and I'll be happy without your light

Or at least I'll be sure enough

to write about something else.

Reviews

[Curls]

I don't usually do reviews, but the title caught my attention. First stanza, I fell in love.. The second, broke my heart... You gave me a roller coaster ride that I didn't expect. This is beyond beautiful..