When I wrote this, I was going through an extremely messy and emotion-flooded breakup, and this is one of about 15 poems/songs that came from it. I chose to post this one because it's one of the more docile of my recent poems. ^^
Sorry if the lines are confusing; that's just the way it came out in my notebook, and I think it's pretty spiffy.
To the certain individual who spurred me to write this: you know who you are, and no matter how many times you check your mail, you'll get no sympathy card from me.
I am not afraid of you...
Rather your naievete amuses me
Silly thoughts do humor me so
In days when your immaturity was so obscure.
Were I at liberty to act,
I might remove you from the sequence
and bury your memory at the base of the tree
[Ashes to ashes,
Dust to dust]
But only upon liberty to act
Please wait for me there.
This is my skeleton; the skin the flesh the bone
Fully assembled ecto-morph
This is me.
I just want you to live up to the image of you I create
The skin you're in.
I'll leave you to the beauty you prefer
Generic ignorance to defer
Don't forget your key
Don't mind the poetry
Itch beneath the skin, Frame of mind I'm in
at the time;
Don't treat me like something that happened to you...
has a skeleton
and this time
post a reply and tell me what you think ^^