I always end up being Simon in these situations
Falling for the one who could hurt me at any moment
The one my family would never expect - and would probably dislike
The are already beginning to strengthen their hate for me
Of who I am
Monsters, toxins, fire, danger around every corner
And I just fall deeper with every splendidly tortuous moment
I become more confused with myself
But relentlessly wanting more of you
Yet this always happens after I've been blind
Wallowing around with my curly head
Not thinking
Not paying attention
Too wrapped up in everything else
That I don't see what is right in front of my face
What is inside me
Monsters, toxins, fire, danger around every corner
Yet every time something happens
My blinders are knocked gone
And all I see is you
And all I want is you
And when I don't know what to do or who to talk to
I just go off
Burning like fire both inside and out
And I never know what to do with myself
Whenever I am around the monster that you are
I feel like you injected me with you toxins
Now I am on fire
And more vulnerable in danger
But I just want more of you
Despite all the pain you (may) cause me
Oh, you don't know Simon?
Well that's okay, you know me
So I'm crazy like Simon
Always courageous and strong
But when it comes to you
I'm in uncharted territory
Like a black hole, a void
A place where its only you and me and
Monsters, toxins, fire, danger around every corner
And I've got no backup
So when you pull out you toothy grin
Or that smug smirk
I know that I've already lost
I know that I've been rendered helpless and hopeless
An for some strange reason
I always want more
You are my everything
And my nothing
Like a void
That is always filled
You are all I ever needed
All I ever wanted
And for that
I'll carry on...
... like Simon
Inspiration: None other than Rainbow Rowell's book Carry On, a dream, and a bit midnight candle light
I know this is a little rough and isn't one of my best - I've been away for a awhile and I've been kinda running low on inspiration and creativity.... but this is a good glimpse of how my brain works at midnight sometimes....
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Poems (The Patterns of my Mind)
PoetryThis is a collection of random poems that I usually write when I have even more writers block for my other stories. Current photo belongs to Against the Current (the actual band). *All rights reserved*