Sunday, May 15, 2011
The One That Got Away
I like to pretend that I’m the one that got away
That I’m the one you think about
When sunsets go down
And the wind sweeps the hair on your face
Because I’ve spent so many nights being that one
Thinking the next day he will be forgotten
But always returns to haunt my desolation
And make my eyes feel heavier
To give you credit is to give you power
And even in my most desperate moments I would not acknowledge that.
Until I realize maybe, I’m too, one causing pain somewhere else
In which case I know the one I long for, longs for someone too.
That I’m the one you think about
When sunsets go down
And the wind sweeps the hair on your face
Because I’ve spent so many nights being that one
Thinking the next day he will be forgotten
But always returns to haunt my desolation
And make my eyes feel heavier
To give you credit is to give you power
And even in my most desperate moments I would not acknowledge that.
Until I realize maybe, I’m too, one causing pain somewhere else
In which case I know the one I long for, longs for someone too.
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- Words are our outright melody and no one else is going to play the songs you feel but yourself. Let me be more esoteric....just kidding. You may ask when reading my poetry, why do I use metaphors so often? After thinking that through, I honestly don't know why. My guess would be that language, though freeing, can also be restrictive. Especially in terms of expressing ourselves in attempt to understand ourselves. I, personally, get stuck in gears sometimes and I like to expand and break through traditional understanding of the concept at hand. I like to read what I'm feeling in different forms, and see if the language can lossen up more.