Sociology Major, Communications Minor, you'd think I could understand people a little better than I do. I l enjoy words and a little Buddhism, and I hate hate (let the free love commence). From the mundane to the unreal; I want to share my life with you. Hope you like my weird face and don't mind my slight grammatical errors. And if you don't think I'm funny then get the hell off my lawn.
Thursday, November 15, 2012
Loose Change
My love is poisonous,
Like a snake in the grass.
No one ever survives.
No one can seem to get past.
My love is wrong,
Like a word written backwards.
Erase and repeat,
I never find what I seek.
My love is a waste,
Laid wreckage from a war
No one will take it,
No one wants me anymore.
My love is loose change,
At the bottom of a cup,
Sticky and messy,
And all used up.
I never ask for love back.
No romantic woe.
That's why I loose so much;
I'm the only one to let it go.
Because my love isn't free,
It comes at a cost:
A part of my heart
For each lover lost.
It sounds dramatic,
A bit overdone.
But that's the bite of love
The price of losing someone.
My love doesn't fight,
It sits and remembers.
My love doesn't ignite,
It's just flameless embers.
Clearly I'm feeling like a big, bright ball of sunshit. It's two in the morning, I have class tomorrow, and I just want a giant cheeseburger.
I'm sorry for being so sappy, I really do have a relatively good opinion of myself. I just can't seem to get anyone to think I'm good enough to keep around and it's damn frustrating. I wish I could stop trying, but I'm one of those pushy never-give-up bitches. Let's get a round of applause for my gene pool when it comes to those traits.
Have a smashing night, and a blessed day.
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