nobody cares
today's homecoming and i'm going with someone i don't want to go with. i'm dreading it. i've hung out with this girl a few times, i used to know her in preschool, and she's beyond ridiculous. here's something.
rolloffmytongue
i feel unsure
these people tell me they love me and
i know it's just the way the tongue moves
and it makes them feel better about some
insignificant part of themselves,
it's a salival embrace the kind that
the cheating husband gives to his wife when
he comes home and says "baby i love you" and showers
off the other smells --
vodka and perfume.
here's today - set the scene.
we walk up a dirt road there's
grass growing in the middle and rocks
in the ruts you're prancing ahead
hair swinging. its a dirty platinum
unnecessary shade.
right now you're just someone i used
to know and it seems like
a rekindling that's not working.
the destination is a little
clearing in the woods, there's
islands of trees and tall grass.
i used to come here as a kid and now
i'm back as a horny fauxadult.
we sit on a spreadout sleeping bag - it's
beige and i hate it.
we have nothing to talk about anymore,
we just speak small words -
none of it means a thing to me i feel
my brain melting out of my feet.
she's echoing off the trees, there's
a swelling feeling in my
skull.
it's this stupid part of me that refuses
to accept that i'm not like
her, but i want to be that
carefree.
she runs around under the trees and it's
so different.
and then the "i love you"
spew comes.
it happens when i start to look unpleasant,
and they think that'll make it better,
but nothing really gets better,
i hate using her for an example for this
little issue i have, it's not her fault,
i do it too, i respond, i feel the safety
in the words and it's only after that i
get freaked out and start this whole
mindbending nonsensemongering. big words
for a little thing. little man. little
little. little.
shit.
rolloffmytongue
i feel unsure
these people tell me they love me and
i know it's just the way the tongue moves
and it makes them feel better about some
insignificant part of themselves,
it's a salival embrace the kind that
the cheating husband gives to his wife when
he comes home and says "baby i love you" and showers
off the other smells --
vodka and perfume.
here's today - set the scene.
we walk up a dirt road there's
grass growing in the middle and rocks
in the ruts you're prancing ahead
hair swinging. its a dirty platinum
unnecessary shade.
right now you're just someone i used
to know and it seems like
a rekindling that's not working.
the destination is a little
clearing in the woods, there's
islands of trees and tall grass.
i used to come here as a kid and now
i'm back as a horny fauxadult.
we sit on a spreadout sleeping bag - it's
beige and i hate it.
we have nothing to talk about anymore,
we just speak small words -
none of it means a thing to me i feel
my brain melting out of my feet.
she's echoing off the trees, there's
a swelling feeling in my
skull.
it's this stupid part of me that refuses
to accept that i'm not like
her, but i want to be that
carefree.
she runs around under the trees and it's
so different.
and then the "i love you"
spew comes.
it happens when i start to look unpleasant,
and they think that'll make it better,
but nothing really gets better,
i hate using her for an example for this
little issue i have, it's not her fault,
i do it too, i respond, i feel the safety
in the words and it's only after that i
get freaked out and start this whole
mindbending nonsensemongering. big words
for a little thing. little man. little
little. little.
shit.