8 is Your Favorite Number

Within a year now

Everythin will change

This life will open up new doors

Everything will rearrange

I still get asked

"Why aren't you so afraid?"

I'll give you this answer

"The stars will never fade"



Then she looks at me

As if I was the one who is crazy

I want to lock her up so she cannot betray me

This cold stare-down between the fire and the window

You know I could blow up

You know I won't shut up



Kill me softly as I break the glass

It's not the fall that will kill me

It is just this heart attack

I will not scream loudly, I will not scream at all

Standing there so far below, it's you who sees me fall



Then she looks at me

As if I was the one who is crazy

I want to lock her up so she cannot betray me

This cold stare-down between the fire and the window

You know I could blow up

You know I won't shut up



The police were called at a quater until 8

Although that's your favorite number, you know they will be late

Too late to catch me as I set fire to the ground

No one can catch me because no one is around

Just you



And you know this wasn't your fault

But you will lay there wishing it was you

The guilt is the only thing left to live

And your one last breath is the only one to give

Give it to me



Then she looks at me

As if I was the one who is crazy

I want to lock her up so she cannot betray me

This cold stare-down between the fire and the window

You know I could blow up

You know I won't shut up

You know I will blow up

You know I can't shut up(Silence me today)

Kiss me softly as I fade away (Kiss me, dismiss me)

Run away now, never to return (Keep running, it is your turn)

Light up the night with this new fire burning (Don't put it out, make it stay forever)

Then she looks at me

As if I was the one who is crazy

I want to lock her up so she cannot betray me

This cold stare-down between the fire and the window

You know I could blow up

You know I won't shut up

You knew I'd blow up

And now I blew up, shut up!

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Yes, christine, the title and that line are inspired by you, the rest of the poem was basicalyl a metaphore to my inner thoughts wanting to escape, and feelings of betrayal and suicide and hurt, this one is to everyone...you all have felt it at sometime, this is for you.

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Christine Smith's picture

Just randomly rummaging through ur poems as i do...and i came across this i think i've never read it before. its the best ever, i love it so much you dont even know. its freakin crazy, freakin sad, freakin true, and best of all, its freakin pure. i love it, i totally do, i have no more words for it, i may hang this on my wall of stuff...its that sorta material! lol

Danielle Wagner's picture

OMG joel...i can relate to this one kinda-but you were right... I think it's kinda disturbing...Are you sure you're okay??