A Poem Kind Of
Don’t Bother Reading This, It isn’t about you:
This isn’t about you, its about something grand
Something much bigger than you, I don’t even think about you
Much
Anymore
you’re a speck of dust in the universe of my void
no, That’s nothing, empty words
(Note: Rewrite those last lines later)
Perhaps later on
this will be about you
Only one way to find out,
Add this to your pile of readings
Before anything else,
Some chit-chat
Did you hear about the news?
Something to do with that country or that president?
Wasn’t that crazy
And also topical
How strange.
You seem disinterested when
The topic has nothing to do with
Y o u.
Don’t worry,
You can pull your mental gymnastics
And decide that this was about
You too.
Yes.
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I speak with so much Subtext
New Stanza
Still not about you
Maybe later.
Alright enough
Let’s talk about you
Psych
Got ya.
You wish I gave you thought
You wish, you fucking fuck
I’d rather talk about the weather
Today it was sunny, yesterday it rained
How was that? Was that good for you
Maybe I’ll never talk about you again
Wouldn’t that just be awful for you
So much reading for nothing
So much wasted time for nothing
Would you like a schedule of when you’ll be relevant
To me
Wouldn’t that be convenient?
With the amount I write or talk
And the amount of time it takes to follow all my words?
Think of the time you’d save
You could take up knitting!
Work on that thing that only you do that I may or may not be referring to right now.
Is this stanza gonna be about you?
Eh?
Is it?
Nope
Not talking about you yet
But I am talking to you.
I am looking right at you and you alone.
I shouldn’t have this power over you
You should be whirling through space
Creating new islands and worlds with your gravity
I shouldn’t affect you
You should stop reading.
Well.
Well.
Well.
I guess you kept reading
Fair enough
I apologize for the time you spend
Sorting through my mountain of self expression
To find the nuggets of details that resemble something about you
That you can toss over your shoulder until you have enough
To build some kind of personality with them
You know what?
One last time, you get what you want.
Here’s my last gift to you
Don’t say I never gave you anything,
again.
I regret every second of energy
I wasted on making you happy
You are an untalented uninteresting psychopath
There, doesn’t that feel better
How was that? Was that good for you
What is it you want?
What do you get from stealing my words
That I gave them to you once,
What do you want.
Is it a trip down memory lane
Catching me reminiscing?
Getting the good times wrapped around your
sadistic mind
Ah remember? Is that it?
Ah remember the good times?
The s l o w dancing
the s p i l t drinks
the b r o k e n bracelet
Ah, remember?
When you made a p o i n t
With the way you t e x t e d
With extra s p a c e s
Remember?
You made me happy?
Oh, no. Wait. no.
That was someone else.
Let me try again
to talk about the times we shared
What I think of
When I think of you
Uh, This is so embarrassing
I swear you look pretty
Not at all like a boy
I swear this never happens to me
I know it’s okay, i’m still just sorry
How was that? Was that good for you
Your hair is stupid
It was better before
But I didn’t notice you changed it
Oh, you changed it?
I love your lies, they’re what I miss most
They’re the only thing I miss
Lying to me about the person you were
Lying to yourself about loving something other than the idea of me,
that you made
N e e d
N e e d
N e e d
That’s all you do.
You are infinitely incomplete
A narcissist made of other’s thoughts
You are the backwash of better people’s ideas
Do my words chip away at the perfection you think you are
If they did, you wouldn’t be here
One day you’ll be dead, and thats when youll be perfect
When your identity is no longer just a collection of other people’s words
When you are just you
The person you were
When you don’t need others to know who you are
When you don’t need to be someone your not
When you don’t need
When you don’t need
When you don’t need
