November 28, 2009 / 10:23 pm
Laughing on my way
To the Bank, a
Metaphor I'm not
Sure you will get.
A metaphor I'm
Not sure is valid
Anymore. I hate
You for making me
Question my questions,
I hate you for stealing
What I thought was dead.
I hate that it's okay
To make me wait. I
Hate that even I
Realize I'm being
Ridiculous. I hate
That I let you spin
Me so out of control
That I don't notice I'm
Twirling. And I hate
That in the end there
Will be pain and that
Maybe the end has
Already happened.
Has the sparkly curtain
Dropped showing me for
What I am? A twenty-four
Year old nobody with no
Talent for relationships
Who may or may not be
Totally gone. I wish I
Could use hands to erase,
Wipe the board clean,
Draw a couple dancing
In the rain. Use arrows
To indicate where not
To go, stars to highlight
Proper topics. But wishes
Are useless and dreams
Even more so.