November 22, 2009 / 1:51 am
Dear You,
I lie awake most nights.
Wondering a million and one
Things. Never having the
Nerve to ask. Toss and turn.
Switch on the tv, the laptop,
The music. Sigh. I think about
Where life is going, where I
Have been, where you will
Be. I worry. I find hours
Passing by staring at reruns.
I write a half-a*s poem
In ambiguous language
Trying my hardest to be
Clever. Task incomplete.
Memories flood my mind,
For a moment I am 16 again
Feeling like eventually the
World will open to me. It
Still hasn't. I get angry at
Nothing and go on the war
Path against myself. You're
Ugly, you're fat, nobody loves
You, Val. Give up. Its not
Worth putting yourself out
There, Val. Sleep eventually
Finds me and I think of you.