I'm sorry
I'm not the one with
grass stains on my knees.
I'm sorry
I'm not the one who'll
let you do anything you please.
I'm sorry
You can't wrap your
head around my ways
And I'm sorry
You're too narrow
to explore my brainwaves.
But not sorry enough I guess
to let you feed
off of my very best.
To sew up my mouth
Swallow intentions so sour
Let my eyes glass over
Let you steal my treasure trove or
To pretend that I care
Pretend I could ever be yours.
I'm sorry
I'm this twisted mass of
triumphant contradictions.
Can't understand me
without glossy definitions.
I'm sorry
You can't memorize me
to learn just what's
inside all of me.
And I'm so damn sorry
I can't let your ego
fill all of me
Till there's nothing left
Because I need me left
And I won't be left behind.
But not sorry enough I guess
to let you feed
off of my very best.
To sew up my mouth
Swallow intentions so sour
Let my eyes glass over
Let you steal my treasure trove or
To pretend that I care
Pretend I could ever be yours.
No, I won't leave me behind.
I won't pretend that I'm yours.
You can steal into my mind
you can take all that's mine
but you won't shake me
won't leave me behind.
~~~~~~~~AEW~~~~~~~~
Again, in song format. I guess all that live music I've been listening to has influenced me a bit!
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Update 2005: This is my least favorite poem. I can't even look at it without wincing. That's why it's called Unreadable.
Do me a favor and read something else, would you?
As easy as taking allusions from a Greek god... <-- More Poems
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