Nothing comes out on paper..

i’d like to think ever line you write is about me
it is not.
your hollow words,
they go out to
empty, faceless girls you haven’t yet met
the ones you long to gaze into the eyes of
smell handfuls of their hair
the ones you want to break your heart
just so you know you can feel something-
some dull moment of happiness
right before it’s taken away
you won’t- you refuse to admit
you bring your own misery
and you will dig your own grave

those words are not for ones who write poems about you
just to write
because they have nothing else to inspire them
this is hardly a poem
it equates the earth and scum which crawls and breathes
beneath cracked pavement
you are a poem
lacking tangibility,
sans creativity
all my crappy words
thieved of value
because you do not write every line about me

Nothing comes out on paper..

aspizzirro

Joined November 2009

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