Wake up with a thought thatās supposed to be sad:
someone always waiting for something, or
the fact that most of the things you thought to be true
but neither of these inspire sadness
just images of rain-soaked parking lots
a blank sign pointing down a road once there
the blood that made it all the way from your feet
to your fingers that searched for my hand
only to find it tucked in my pocket
Iām not sure that I can look at you any longer
without it turning into meaning, which is a poem
you could love me or hate me or both
or you could be a coward and do neither
or you could be a coward and love me still
even when Iām leaving my hair all over someone elseās pillow
or sitting on a back porch feeling as if Iāve already left the party
Iāve once heard a chorus of you once saying, āYou ruined my lifeā
Iāve seen you leave and not known if youād return
Iām not always sure what you mean when we argue
but what you said about me was true: Iām always somewhere else
but how hard it is to be anywhere else
because I know how it feels to watch you through a foggy window
while youāre oblivious of my gaze
I know how it feels to eat breakfast with your bowl and spoon
thinking about all the other times youāve licked this spoon
I know how it feels to shower with you
desiring to watch you every time youāll ever bathe
and then nakedly climb into your bed while it rains the whole time
vaporwave
jimmyeatworldofficial
2087
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