i'm back again
staring at a blank page
nothing to do but
think of you.
i'm back again
to where we were before
before you answered my
five million texts.
i'm back again
to being lonely for you
enjoying my solitude
yet wishing you were here.
we spoke
for five minutes
then you learned
i had yet to learn
of stan lee.
then you left.
you returned,
but still.
i'm back again
with an aching heart
a wandering mind
and a song stuck in my head.
not as stuck as you, of course.
but maybe that's because
all of the lyrics
remind me of you.
fuck, i'm stupid,
that's not why.
it's because of
you.
i'm back again
to wanting you
carelessly,
whatever if you break my
heart. right?
i'm back again -
knock, knock;
open up.
YOU ARE READING
Organized Chaos - These are My Thoughts
PoetryNo, These are not poems. So flimsy a thing as can be called a few words on a page. These are thoughts. Paper thoughts, broken and scattered and gone like the wind. Iron anvil thoughts, never leaving though it is all I can ever ask of them. Invisible...
