Undone

I wait….

The cold wind blows my fading hair

And still I wait

Spring comes and I wander among the

lilies

Waiting for you

I know you’re there

Somewhere

Waiting for me too

I wander through life

A maze of Lilies

And blood

as I wander

I look for your eyes

Looking to you to comfort me

And I wait

And I watch

And no one comes

And my hair fades

Okay, so it’s early, my party just ended…..

and i’m a little less than cloud nine…. Blah. I could blither on about it, but I don’t want to, because I’m over it. I’ll say it over and over again, because I am.

Really. I swear.

I don’t care that the cutest boy i’ve ever known in the whole universe has no interest in me, because I’m just a quarter crush, if not less. I’m a crazy excentric little girl, who isn’t ever going to be anything past the age of 5.

I’m really alot older tahn that. But I”ve always been a mature 5 year old. Always. I’m just over developed for my age.

Right.

Havent’ you ever just wanted someone to tell you a lie. You know it’s a lie, but it feels so good to be safe in that lie, even for just a little while. Safe in knowing that it’ll all be okay and that they love you.

and even though you know it’s a lie, you feel safe because anything that is spoken by them seems right and natural…..

I’m over it.

i’m running in circles

after things that aren’t there

after you

i wanted to win you so badly

wanted to see you and i together

but before i had started

i had already lost

to so many other things

so many other people

i knew what i wanted

but then you were gone

i know where i was headed

but you had already been won.

you still don’t understand

how we prize you

how we fight for you

your heart

i wanted it

so badly i was blinded

i couldn’t see you

your face

so badly i was deafened

i couldn’t hear

hear your good-byes

now you’re gone

so far gone

you

all i ever thought i wanted

was you

Poem Courtesy of ME

Derringer Meryl [So over it] Out

Those words you speak

They cut so deep

Falling from your ruby lips

Like feathers

weightless

so inexplicably soft–

You speak to me

Your tone is light

But your words hurt me

Slicing me to the bone

letting me bleed out

my last memory

is of you.

A bit of Slam poetry for the moment. p0r /|_| r0||||y. . . .

Derringer Meryl [Bleed me] out