I hate the stupid butterflies,
That dance when you're around.
I hate the way I feel like I'm,
So far above the ground.
I hate the pure delusion,
That everything's alright.
I hate the way I feel when I,
Am all alone at night.
I hate how much I love the feeling,
I utterly despise.
I hate how it controls me,
With just a meeting of the eyes.
But most of all, above all else,
What's horrible and lame...
I hate the way I know that you,
Will never feel the same.
this is very good, sorry i haven't been checking this, i havent really checked mine either.. its odd it really reminds me of blue october. but very good flow and as a poem an enjoyable read. as a friend im sorry you feel that way.
ReplyDeleteOh hey. I didn't even notice you commented. Thank you, Raven, I try :P
ReplyDeleteAnd... eh. It's ok. I'm not terribly upset, just... things.