Get Your Way

Keep far away from me
like I'm diseased and contagious.
Already at an arm's length,
I'm still a threat, still dangerous.
I want your smell, your taste,
though I know that's outrageous.
It's a constant stream of
knowing and never knowing
that keeps my thoughts
flowing and over flowing
like you can't make up your mind
while mine is going and growing.
Hold me close
then throw me aside.
"I want in!"
I haplessly cried.
And with silence
you amply replied.
You had me fooled in
every step of the way.
And the smirk across your lips
is all you ever had to say.
If you really want to lose me,
you're about you get your way.

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Limerick-y, but...whatever. I figured a little bit of silly rhyming might mask my frustration a little. Haha. This has also been slightly edited just...because. Ask to see my notebook if you want to see the unedited version. There's only one line different; you're not missing too much. This was written over several days. I guess I'll slightly less frustrated now than when I began drafting it.

Also, this should probably be divided into four stanzas of six lines each, but I don't like stanzas much these days. When everything's blurry and confusing in reality, stanzas seem to take the point away a little. There is no organization in life. Life is just a stream of randomly occurring bullshit.







"I wonder how it's going to be when you don't know me. How's it going to be when you're sure I'm not there?" - Third Eye Blind How's It Gonna Be?

"Tell me what you want. I'll be it, darling it's anything you want, look no more. Just let me stay the night, I'll sleep on the floor. Tell me what you see, I'll see it even if, it's invisible to everyone. I think you know that I can see you girl, so don't fight it, love..." - Ultimate Fakebook TELL ME WHAT YOU WANT

Wilson: And that's why religious belief annoys you. Because if the universe operates by abstract rules you can learn them; you can protect yourself. If a Supreme Being exists, He can squash you any time He wants.
House: He knows where I am.
- Courtesy of yesterday's seventeen hour House marathon and http://www.housemdquotes.com/ [lol that this site exists, by the way...and that this is exactly the quote I was thinking of and I managed to find it in about three minutes]

Mrs. Lintott: And you, Rudge? How do you define history?
Rudge: Can I speak freely without being hit?
Mrs. Lintott: You have my protection.
Rudge: How do I define history? Well it's just one fucking thing after another.
...
Mrs. Lintott: History is a commentary on the various and continuing incapabilities of men. What is history? History is women following behind with the bucket.
- The History Boys [I really need to see this movie from start to finish...I keep missing the beginning.]