I'll Mention The Bitter Misintentions
The brain of mine that scatters with yours comes to the conclusion of being pushed over because I'd rather you step all over me and drag me through mud and hit me harder and push me farther than to belly up and fight back because I don't fight back because I am not weak it's that I don't have a care to collide with your words because it is a mess up in my brain anyway and you are irrational but because of the seniority of the birthdate you see it as your upper hand but I've seen so much more than you'd want to and I heard the sounds of no more oxygen and I felt despair of being morally wounded and I saw the hurt in peoples eye and you cannot say much more than your 'paper heart is oh-so broken' because you are the judgmental person you say you hate so I guess it is sad to hate but because you are dense as you are...
I apologize for the mess and scatter of my brain that the words happen to be in but sometimes it's okay and I don't need to explain myself to you; I don't ask that of yourself
...And off to another stanza would be how much I wanted to take the feel of those hands into mine and into my hair and onto my shoulder and I wanted to see you look at me that way you did just once and it comes down to me listening to you and I'll try to make you look my way because I'd like to read your eyes and feel your reaction and watch your sound and touch everything you won't say so I can hear what it is that you're too bashful to reverberate and it doesn't make any sense but I don't want you to understand because you'll remember the words you never understood or at least I do and you don't have to remember because I'd tell you to if I wanted you to store it but it is true that I want to follow through with the things we said but I barely show it only nonchalantly but you hint so loud at what you want but is there such a thing as subliminal messages because I don't think I believe in them it's that I fall too hard but I am supposed to be independent so I won't show it for the sake of keeping up with the reputation because I'm never sure the limit of the depth I can go but I still think of how nice it'd be for me to be the image that comes throughout your broken conscience but now I know that you aren't thinking of the no one's thoughts and it's nice to know I can stop pretending we aren't pretending
I apologize for the mess and scatter of my brain that the words happen to be in but sometimes it's okay and I don't need to explain myself to you; I don't ask that of yourself
...And off to another stanza would be how much I wanted to take the feel of those hands into mine and into my hair and onto my shoulder and I wanted to see you look at me that way you did just once and it comes down to me listening to you and I'll try to make you look my way because I'd like to read your eyes and feel your reaction and watch your sound and touch everything you won't say so I can hear what it is that you're too bashful to reverberate and it doesn't make any sense but I don't want you to understand because you'll remember the words you never understood or at least I do and you don't have to remember because I'd tell you to if I wanted you to store it but it is true that I want to follow through with the things we said but I barely show it only nonchalantly but you hint so loud at what you want but is there such a thing as subliminal messages because I don't think I believe in them it's that I fall too hard but I am supposed to be independent so I won't show it for the sake of keeping up with the reputation because I'm never sure the limit of the depth I can go but I still think of how nice it'd be for me to be the image that comes throughout your broken conscience but now I know that you aren't thinking of the no one's thoughts and it's nice to know I can stop pretending we aren't pretending
posted by Sarah at 8:31 PM
2 Comments:
5..4..3..2..1..AH look it's the time where you tell me who and what you are talking about!!
I love you, even though your head doesn't make sense...You should konw that I take it as an honor when I weave through the bushes and the weeds of your brain and get through to the other side and actually understand a fraction of what you are talking about.
I LOVE SARAH GREEN!!
Yeah, I agree with Brianne. You need to dumb your posts down a bit hon.
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