music brings us together
unless, of course, it doesn’t-
seven months since i mentioned green day to you
and you never admitted it,
but now you talk about them all the time
seven months since and i haven’t mentioned a single band you’ve liked
besides green day
and you talk about them like they’re the only thing we have in common
that and a few b-movies with cult followings,
movies you quote every single day-
and then you look to me to see if i laugh
i will always find you amusing
i will always love to see you smile
but i can’t pretend that it gets tiring,
not being able to find anything else to talk about.
you say you like the arts,
but i’ve never found you buried in words
never seen you drown in sentiment
i’m surprised i can take you seriously
my favorite anthology is one i took from my favorite college
during a visit three months ago
full of poetry from twenty-year-olds
who believe that they’re worth nothing
they’re worth everything to me
i hold words tightly to my chest
an invisible blanket woven equally from sarcasm and honesty
so that i can pluck out the right threads
when i talk to you
i’ll pretend i’m writing this for you
we both know i’m a horrible liar
it’s been seven months and i’m on the verge of unraveling
i’ll pretend it’s something romantic
and you’ll stare at me like i’m insane
but i’ve gotten used to it by now
you brush my serious words off like it’s just part of the joke
i only wanted to let you know how i feel
you know i’m melodramatic
i just wish you’d play along for once
i sing anthems about falling apart
and you sit there, waiting for the exciting bit
-music brings us together
unless, of course, it doesn’t
but i’ve gotten used to it by now
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written a21jan2012.
this one was hard to post because it’s personal. it’s shitty in parts but there is good in it. don’t make fun of me.
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idiography 