Thursday, September 30, 2010

What is this?

I don't remember today but I do remember sleeping.

I don't remember you but you're the reason I am weeping.

I don't remember what you said last night, but I remember that it stung.

And I don't remember dying but I remember that you killed me.

I wish I wasn't in this place.

That we were in a faraway time.

That there wasn't a reason to care to rhyme.

I wish that there wasn't anymore dust.

I wish that what you thought wasn't always a must.

I've become so frustrated with every dismal thing.

I've become so hardened to whatever cry over.

I've become so extreme in my thinking, and I can't stand it at all.

I'm so critical and I feel just too small.

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