jessewestend

I'm actually in a great mood, but i'm looking through my old lj for the day me and savannah first met... I'm thinking about posting more of my old poetry... its hard to believe i even wrote this...

Thursday, August 14th, 2003
11:52p
curb
three sentences.



explosive ruminations
exposing complications
what hurts so good tonight
doesn't always feel right
when I think about your eyes
and about your mind
sometimes when my doubt
is devouring me, from the inside out
i get the urge to share, to expose
to build walls, and put on thick clothes
and sometimes when I feel a decision is near
something happens, and I realize my worst fear
that I am only crazy. I loved you only yesterday
these fears are just leaves that will soon blow away
and just when i am thinking that I will never cry again
My heart breaks anew, and I beg for a violent end.
a rope is tied, of your twisted hair,
random strands I found here and there
Tied together by traces of you
The rope is strong, and it cuts right through
snap.
sag.
a note.
and a scream.

it was not addressed.
my heart was too confusing.
so i thought that best.
three simple sentences, a good bye and an apology..

Ive had enough.
i love you.
im sorry.