Post by X-ATM097 on Apr 8, 2009 20:53:16 GMT
I Like You
You know I do.
Always friends, from first we met
Seconds almost, it was always set
Through thick and thin I liked you
I wonder why
I know you never liked me back
Not the way I wanted
Our friendship was always rocky, even then
But I went on, Undaunted
Fall out, fall in
Such a din
Almost sounds like marching men
Marching fits, doesn’t it
Describes me well enough anyway
It was laughable really
How it happened
How we talked about it
How we walked in ever-widening circles for at least an hour
Talking inanely
I think you mentioned curtains.
Funny that, with you it always came to curtains
You either shut yourself in, Or others out
It was very dark I remember,
Faint light reflecting off the glass
I always liked your glasses
They fit you
The childhood I remember loving with you in it
Loving with you
Funny phrase
It wasn’t love.
I loved you, but not in the way it usually means
My emotions are strange, too subtle to really describe
And I destroy them with the unwieldy baggage I attach
But enough tangent
Dark night, trees around us, faint glimmer of moonlight,
and the oppressive orange of streetlamps penetrating from the distance
A steep cleft to my right, you in front, and trees on the left.
I felt trapped
By the landscape
The situation
You
I’ve always been quite bold
I like to keep things simple
It fixes things mostly
I found that being on the receiving end of that boldness for once,
Wasn’t quite what I’d imagined
It wasn’t well organised
Or even planned
A random conversation which led me to the edge of a steep hill
With you
I was bold again
Took control of the situation
Step forward, lean up
Hand on a shoulder
My first kiss.
Wasted, on you
A faintly embarrassing click of teeth
Before boundaries were set
It wasn’t too bad
Exhilarating
I think I said some cheesy things
From the way you stole my mouth I don’t think you appreciated it
Hands explored, And even then I remember wondering how I came to this
We’d never messed around
Never discussed it
Never mentioned it
And now this?
My first kiss wasted on you?
And it was wasted.
And other things beside
I went home, on top of the world
My heart leapt and I was disgusted that the clichéd butterflies existed
The next day? You never mentioned it. You never looked my way
You acted like it didn’t happen!
I wonder if you know how much you actually hurt me then?
Not that I’d tell you.
You don’t deserve anything from me after that.
I liked you.
But in the end you draw your curtains
You hide from it.
I hate you for it.
And when I finally ask about it some time later?
Oh, I was just wondering. I don’t want anything else.
If anger held power on this world as in tales
I doubt you would exist.
I'm Not sure If this really qualify's as Poetry, but meh. Enjoy.
You know I do.
Always friends, from first we met
Seconds almost, it was always set
Through thick and thin I liked you
I wonder why
I know you never liked me back
Not the way I wanted
Our friendship was always rocky, even then
But I went on, Undaunted
Fall out, fall in
Such a din
Almost sounds like marching men
Marching fits, doesn’t it
Describes me well enough anyway
It was laughable really
How it happened
How we talked about it
How we walked in ever-widening circles for at least an hour
Talking inanely
I think you mentioned curtains.
Funny that, with you it always came to curtains
You either shut yourself in, Or others out
It was very dark I remember,
Faint light reflecting off the glass
I always liked your glasses
They fit you
The childhood I remember loving with you in it
Loving with you
Funny phrase
It wasn’t love.
I loved you, but not in the way it usually means
My emotions are strange, too subtle to really describe
And I destroy them with the unwieldy baggage I attach
But enough tangent
Dark night, trees around us, faint glimmer of moonlight,
and the oppressive orange of streetlamps penetrating from the distance
A steep cleft to my right, you in front, and trees on the left.
I felt trapped
By the landscape
The situation
You
I’ve always been quite bold
I like to keep things simple
It fixes things mostly
I found that being on the receiving end of that boldness for once,
Wasn’t quite what I’d imagined
It wasn’t well organised
Or even planned
A random conversation which led me to the edge of a steep hill
With you
I was bold again
Took control of the situation
Step forward, lean up
Hand on a shoulder
My first kiss.
Wasted, on you
A faintly embarrassing click of teeth
Before boundaries were set
It wasn’t too bad
Exhilarating
I think I said some cheesy things
From the way you stole my mouth I don’t think you appreciated it
Hands explored, And even then I remember wondering how I came to this
We’d never messed around
Never discussed it
Never mentioned it
And now this?
My first kiss wasted on you?
And it was wasted.
And other things beside
I went home, on top of the world
My heart leapt and I was disgusted that the clichéd butterflies existed
The next day? You never mentioned it. You never looked my way
You acted like it didn’t happen!
I wonder if you know how much you actually hurt me then?
Not that I’d tell you.
You don’t deserve anything from me after that.
I liked you.
But in the end you draw your curtains
You hide from it.
I hate you for it.
And when I finally ask about it some time later?
Oh, I was just wondering. I don’t want anything else.
If anger held power on this world as in tales
I doubt you would exist.
I'm Not sure If this really qualify's as Poetry, but meh. Enjoy.
