Forgot I wrote this - "Freak in jeans" - a poem
Last night, after two cups of coffee, I did something I rarely do without at least a week of nagging and threats from my parents - I cleaned my room, or at least got a little over halfway through. I'll finish it tonight if I don't fall asleep first. I got about 3 hours of sleep last night. Anyway, here's an old poem that I found while cleaning my room, about a certain someone I would rather not name. I had forgotten I wrote it..
freak in jeans
18-year-old excuse
for a child
innocence gone
like yesterday
i hated you for
all the wrong reasons
because you spoke the truth
that burned like papercuts
my tiny drops of blood-regret
you pretended not to see
I WISH YOU WOULD LOOK
me in the face
but you act like you don't
know me anymore
you don't.
I REMEMBER
you read my poems
(the ones filled with the
most angst)
and laughed, entertaining
the thought they might
be about you
i looked out the window.
they were.
freak in jeans
18-year-old excuse
for a child
innocence gone
like yesterday
i hated you for
all the wrong reasons
because you spoke the truth
that burned like papercuts
my tiny drops of blood-regret
you pretended not to see
I WISH YOU WOULD LOOK
me in the face
but you act like you don't
know me anymore
you don't.
I REMEMBER
you read my poems
(the ones filled with the
most angst)
and laughed, entertaining
the thought they might
be about you
i looked out the window.
they were.