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face down
I can’t get up without a thought of you
Push me over, I’m nothing too shallow
Call me please, because my veins are begging for it.
My heart, how she aches.
It’s a special device, me acting nice
When I really want to curse your name.
How is it fair, when they tell me let go
Should I repair this need for you
Or feed it with empty space that you feed me.
Face down, you have me right where you might want me
It’s funny how the humor is irrelevant
I’m on this shelf, feeling a little averted.
Let me see how innocent you look
I laugh but inside I really want to explode
If I die tonight please don’t take all the credit.
"call me please, because my veins are begging for it"
Brilliant. Oh how I loved that line.
When people decide that they don't love you anymore, it's the most difficult emotion your heart will ever face. I thought I was going to die, too. But, you start to realize.... people are people. They're going to let you down, it's in their own human nature. And most people are not worthy of poets like us... they don't get it.. they dont comprehend how DEEP LOVE REALLY FLOWS. So you let go, and you keep looking and living and you say fuck you to anyone who stands in your way. There will be a girl someday... past the crowd... crouched on the ground... squinting in the sun waiting for you.
You have grown in your writing as well... keep it up. I'm excited to see more.
"It is a terrible thing to be so open. It is as if my heart put on a face and walked into the world" -- Sylvia Plath.