Sorry

10/12/2011

I was a thirst in you,

And your were a thirst in me

I am a poet,

If you don't like it, bunny,

You can suck it,

I morned you last night,

And I'll morn you again,

But I will forgive you,

And all the wrongs of this world,

For who can disagree?

This is a fucked up place

But I will forgive,

Because it's the least of my worries

You distracted me from my fate,

The one I should never have forgotten,

I am the son of my father,

He gave me life

And I carry the weight of my sins

Day after day, doomed to die

And when I look into the midnight sky,

A thousand stars above me shine

The face that is ever smiling down,

Reminding us of infinity,

It's a torturous thing,

As I am staring back,

It reminds me of my own mortality

I am doomed to die

Like a tree that gives its seeds in Fall

It will never grow back the same

So who are we anyways?

Who am I suppose to be?

The idea was put into my head 

Long ago, when I was younger

And now it is my own idea,

Fragments of a truth lost in blunder

If you were afraid of ghosts

Then I must be afraid of people

Because they take that which is most fragile,

That which is most vulnerable inside my heart,

And make it their own,

It gives me reason to doubt that I had much to do with it.

If I'm an idea, in someone else's head,

I can't really be there,

And I can't be really dead,

Because on the internet we are all immortal,

You will even find me, a poet

Or am I a slave to my own musings?

Call it what you like,

I'd prefer to be free

I'd prefer to never hear how you misinterpreted these

Fragments of truths

That don't belong to me.