Poem: It Makes an ASS of U and ME
it makes an ASS of U and ME
by Dementis
it is almost two in the morning here in my matchbox of a house,
and i am awake,
a temporary insomniac,
listening to Taylor Mali
while, outside,
the world is quiet
and cold.
speaking of cold, my house is freezing,
leaving little
goosebumps
on my skin that go almost unnoticed,
y'know, because of the freckles?
you said once that my freckles were cute.
you also said once that nothing about me ever offended you,
but i think that on that note,
maybe the both of us were wrong.
you know what they say about assuming;
it makes an ass of u and me.
get it?
like an idiot, i assumed that maybe you saw me
the way i saw you:
an intelligent being capable of rational thought
and perhaps a conversation above the IQ of a Barbie doll.
i assumed that maybe you meant it when you said
that i was intelligent, and beautiful,
and maybe even worth something.
i assumed that maybe when you laughed at my jokes,
it's because you thought they were funny,
not because you thought i was desperate.
i assumed that maybe when you said
nothing about me offended you,
you were being
honest.
i was wrong to assume, and i know that now.
i'm thinking about it now, at two o'clock on this sunday morning,
with the freeway outside my window still rumbling
and the chill of night easing into my bones.
i'm thinking about how i shouldn't have taken you for granted as some sort of perfect creature,
because honey, we all have our flaws;
i shouldn't have done what i so very often do,
shouldn't have hidden myself away,
burrowed beneath a blanket of self-doubt and paranoia.
i should not have looked out of the car window
each time we passed your house
and said,
"like the crisp whiteness of freshly-fallen snow,
she is refreshing and clear,
and she is everything i have been missing."
but while i, too, have my flaws,
you should not have assumed that i was healed,
should not have assumed that i would not cut your throat with words
and wring the very comfort from your veins.
you should not have taken my
easygoing nature
for granted.
just a thought: maybe instead of assuming,
you should have asked me what my favorite color was,
what i liked to read,
my preferred genre of film,
what i had for lunch today,
and what my middle initial, E,
stands for.
it stands for Elaine,
not that it matters
anymore.
and i'm thinking, at two o'clock on sunday morning,
that instead of assuming,
i should have let you go,
and ended it before it began.
it's two in the morning.
my family is sleeping
and my home is cold,
and i am thinking about
assumptions.
by Dementis
it is almost two in the morning here in my matchbox of a house,
and i am awake,
a temporary insomniac,
listening to Taylor Mali
while, outside,
the world is quiet
and cold.
speaking of cold, my house is freezing,
leaving little
goosebumps
on my skin that go almost unnoticed,
y'know, because of the freckles?
you said once that my freckles were cute.
you also said once that nothing about me ever offended you,
but i think that on that note,
maybe the both of us were wrong.
you know what they say about assuming;
it makes an ass of u and me.
get it?
like an idiot, i assumed that maybe you saw me
the way i saw you:
an intelligent being capable of rational thought
and perhaps a conversation above the IQ of a Barbie doll.
i assumed that maybe you meant it when you said
that i was intelligent, and beautiful,
and maybe even worth something.
i assumed that maybe when you laughed at my jokes,
it's because you thought they were funny,
not because you thought i was desperate.
i assumed that maybe when you said
nothing about me offended you,
you were being
honest.
i was wrong to assume, and i know that now.
i'm thinking about it now, at two o'clock on this sunday morning,
with the freeway outside my window still rumbling
and the chill of night easing into my bones.
i'm thinking about how i shouldn't have taken you for granted as some sort of perfect creature,
because honey, we all have our flaws;
i shouldn't have done what i so very often do,
shouldn't have hidden myself away,
burrowed beneath a blanket of self-doubt and paranoia.
i should not have looked out of the car window
each time we passed your house
and said,
"like the crisp whiteness of freshly-fallen snow,
she is refreshing and clear,
and she is everything i have been missing."
but while i, too, have my flaws,
you should not have assumed that i was healed,
should not have assumed that i would not cut your throat with words
and wring the very comfort from your veins.
you should not have taken my
easygoing nature
for granted.
just a thought: maybe instead of assuming,
you should have asked me what my favorite color was,
what i liked to read,
my preferred genre of film,
what i had for lunch today,
and what my middle initial, E,
stands for.
it stands for Elaine,
not that it matters
anymore.
and i'm thinking, at two o'clock on sunday morning,
that instead of assuming,
i should have let you go,
and ended it before it began.
it's two in the morning.
my family is sleeping
and my home is cold,
and i am thinking about
assumptions.