26-JUNE-2006
"When will you be mine"
Are the words that I see flashing upon my screen
I know I'll regret writing this
Maybe days, weeks, months, or years later
But tonight I have only one regret
And it is that you are not mine
Maybe this is an attempt at poetry
Maybe it is the manifestation of vain jealousy
Maybe it's just boredom
But there is nothing stopping me now
How can my internal status quo
CHANGE
from one day to the next
Only you know how to explain it best
For you, she is complicated,
For me, you are complicated
Why are you going around moping
Of how she doesn't love you
What are you... a drama queen
She does, it's clear as day
But it is obvious: you want things done your way
What can I say?
Is this your plea for attention?
I would love to say it's not working
But frankly...
It's taken it's toll on me
You have manipulated me in such a way
While you dragged on about how she
was unreachable in a sense
Simultaneoulsy you became unattainable
and translated to me as
IRRESISTIBLE
Why do I go back to old habits?
Do I look for aloofness in guys?
Is that a personality trait I can't live without?
It's obvious...I'm your bed pan
The object you will have at hand
When you need to dispose of all your
impurities
I's obvious I'm your second hand
choice
It's not fair to me
What a drama queeen!
Ignore me
Just trying to let off steam
A little bit overwhelmed by reality
Maybe I'm just lonely
In that case just leave me be
Your work is done here
You've done your bit for poetry