A personal poem about relationships. May also be considered the second version of "Knot" |
“Hey” Constant calling can't coax interest Prideful play pushes you away. But, hey, Silence slaughters, and kindness could kindle if, you weren't so nimble, with your deft avoidance. It's fine. Why waste my time? When I could go and find. Someone brand new who, wouldn't be you. But, hey, Laughing loses all meaning when I can see your feelings were never, ever there. Hey, it's fine. Why waste my time? When I could try one last time and be honest with beautiful you. Fine. I'll waste my time. I'll think, shrink and look up and see that hey, I don't need you. You're nothing I ever wanted. Someone who always pretends and sings honeyed words with a beautiful face and makes me feel like nothing. Hey, I want to go outside and see something new. I want to breath in the fresh air and waste my days and think of someone new who isn't the you that I thought you used to be, and you never really knew. She'll see me and I'll be okay I found someone new today who didn't put me down below her towers of importance filled with petty little dreams. Hey, she saw a person, she sees people, she saw me, for who I really was she, threw me away, yesterday and I Couldn't see sorrow, eyes closed and ready. I know what happens when I open my heart to hampering heroines of happy thoughts But, hey, someone, of this world, could maybe take the time to show me whirls, watching me dance, maybe I'm just not meant to be for romance. I'm not tall, fit, covered in spit I was just wondering if I could get hit with the idea that if someone came along and— Hey, how are you? It hasn't been long since someone new came along but you are different you're kind of like me but with a brand new imprint of something I've missed seeing, a true being, someone who gets, gives, takes, rakes, unconditionally. Someone, constant, kind, genuine, generous, on the inside. and the outside's fine too. Hey, please don't go away. I just want one to stay, for awhile, and we can, maybe talk about the world, the whirls, the winding curls of misfortune that the others before blissfully ignored when they inflicted what they thought was thinking on us like they knew how to handle hearts with their minds. Hey, come and hold my hand. I don't know what I want but anything you can give would be more grand than looks, lies, selfish counts of crows pecking at my writhing weak willed warbles all calling for a change in scenery, society, formality, function, and fractious acts of emotional torment that rip my chest and purge my eyes of all the things I've ever wanted to believe. Hey, I'd rather spend a day. With you. |