Call me every day. I'll call you, too.

An analytical look at my current situation... Formerly known as "Morose" :)

Days keep ticking off like the seconds on a clock,

and still we stay in our comfortable pattern.

The words we won't say are the biggest components

of our completely useless dishonesty.

 

 

Ever since the day tragedy struck at first,

I've been a goosedown pillow

for you to lay your head on every night.

At first, I thought I was only around to help,

but you've become a security blanket to me

just as much as I've been here (and will be here)

for you.

 

So I guess we'll just continue to do this

until one of us get tired of it or heals.

We'll see each other through every little thing

not saying one word about how much we've become

completely and increasingly dependent on one another.

Our lonely nights will be spent in deep conversation,

in light-hearted laughter, in twisted freaking love.

Spent with sweet, little meaningless flatteries

on which I build my hopes and rest my heart.

Spent missing you and humoring you and

holding you up, all the while, being held.

Reviews

[Kristin Brecoe]

beautiful, kristen! just beautiful.=]
the only thing i gotta say is that the last two lines of the first stanza just dont seem to fit right in to me.
it just doesn't flow. i think your poem can still be great without them. =]

and i like how you become honest with yourself as you think about where you are with him.

[Kristin Brecoe]

the [insert the name or description of a ring tone here] vibrates all around me,
as our phones constantly ring
for the attention of one another?

idk. just thought i'd through something out there. maybe spark inspirationg?