nrrdygrrl

Sleep. I need to go to fucking sleep, but I am all addicted to SG now that I've had my own membership for...umm...6 hours. Also, I am totally wracking my brain over this poem. I like the last stanza, and I want everything to match up as powerfully. Sigh. I'll sleep on it, hopefully I can fix it tomorrow at work so it'll be done in time for the poetry slam.


Today
For the first time in a long time,
You crossed my mind.
It was something in the music, in the songs,
Melody pouring in and out of me.
Emptiness where love for you used to be.

And sometimes, sometimes like that hopeless romantic
I know I am, I look up at the stars, and think
Of all the ways I used to wish for you
On those sparkling dots in the sky,
And all those times I wondered about your eyes
Leveling down to mine as you'd lean in
For the kiss.

But this never came to pass.
My fascination with the west was never meant to last.
I still like to think of nights you'd sing to me,
Your distant voice in a telephone memory.
You'd laugh about how you hadn't heard them in ages,
And I would serenade you from the pages of my heart
Poured into a notebook.

I hear the old songs, read the old poems,
Those melodies...music where lust used to be.
I'd dream of your hands all over me,
You said you'd never made love before.
You talked about sex casually, like dropping by
To have tea with pretty girls
Or just some example of a philosophy.

Nighty night!