Defame

forgive the drama.
i guess i'm your cliche,
but i'm done hiding my face.
time to break some promises.

today, i tore the curtains from the walls
and punched every pillow in the room.
i once swore to quiet the racket.
someday i finally will.

forgive my indiscretion.
i guess i'm just naive,
but i hope i make you wince.
time defame your precious name.

tomorrow, i'll break out of my skin
and i won't be constricted by limitations.
i think i'd like to float away.
someday i finally will.


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^ just an excuse to post a blog. ^

i don't really know about this poem. i don't really like it and it was written over a couple of nights, so thoughts are really incoherent and meshed together. i mean, i understand it, but i know what i was thinking when i wrote it! it's my "classic" format: four lines per stanza, four stanzas. i have a really dumb reason for having ever started using that format: four is my favorite/lucky number. haha.

anyway, i've been feeling okay up until the last few hours. maybe i'm actually getting sick, but my body aches a little and i have a really bad sore throat right now. it's really shitty. for some reason, i'm really sad and i can't pin point why, exactly. i had a nice night, but i really feel lonely right now.

i love the gracer boys and more people need to jump on the wagon. everyone should come to bath, pennsylania tomorrow with jess and i to see them! we're going to bring ryan cherry coke (hopefully in a glass bottle). on the 21st and 23rd, we will (finally) be seeing mr. devine again. i have been going through a nasty bout of withdrawal...and i'm really not kidding. i know it's ridiculous, but i legitimately miss him. i just sat here for a while and read through kevin lyrics...yes, i am crying at the moment.

i think today (august 13th) is johnathan's birthday, but since he fell off the face of the earth when we were in fourth grade, i could be wrong. it's bad that i still think about my first crush on a daily basis...isn't it? :/



"she is a victim of her own responses, shackled to a heart that wants to settle and then runs away." ~ counting crows mercury