eireann

Yup, still me.



Here's some olde skool poetry for you. If you guess how old I was when I wrote it, I'll make you some peach cobbler. Or something.

and here I am again
admidst imulse and society's restriction
again, with you
wondering as I melt into your unemotional comfort
if it would be alright if I said what I was thinking

like how I hate you just enough to love being around you
and how your impassive retorts seem to make me want to laugh
just enough for you to suceed to see me lie and smile

and here I am again
admidst the impulse you have given me every time
and every time I have resisted
for your sake

and you violate me just enough to make me feel close enough to destruction
if only I could understand that this devasation is a good thing
maybe everything would work out

well I'm here to tell you it isn't a good thing
and if you think everything you have provoked is just going to fade like a sunset into a new moon
then you haven't quite succeeded in making that go away
or me.

and here I am again
disbelieving you are here at my hearts door
and that I have let you in
once again

and as you sit me down and give me another one of your lies
expecting me to believe, as usual
without noticing that I can see right through you
I have you all figured out.

and here I am again
wondering if I, too, will ever learn
and if you will ever take me along for your ride
as you sink into the ground.