nothing...
you're nothing to me,
until I get myself
to think you are more,
and suddenly you're something -
I think I could make you be anything.
It must be like Kurt Cobain said:
âthank you for the tragedy
I need it for my art" -
and so we begin and sin and depart,
I'm drinking, you're driving, I'm lying -
to myself,
we're spinning around - blackout.
club lights and long nights,
relentlessly reckless -
and my mind is wherever yours is, darling -
out of sight,
âhurry up! - it's late and we've got the time to fight"
just me and you -
we're Bonnie and Clyde.
I think I missed the comfort in being sad,
intentionally tricking myself into being into you - it's bad,
listening to deep lyrics and poetry,
until eventually -
it becomes reality.
talk to me,
and I promise you I won't steal your heart -
'cause you'll be giving it to me,
I won't even need to ask.
and one day you'll thank me for the tragedy,
'cause that will become
your art.
nothing,
you were nothing to me,
but I got myself to think that you are something
and now I don't know anymore,
what's true,
and you know the worst is -
that I can't even blame it on you.
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heyy, thank you so much for reading! â¤ï¸ I'm really sorta proud of this poem (with all humbleness tho), I really hope you enjoyed it too. If you got a little more time left, I would so appreciate it if you left a comment. <3
references:
1 âthank you for the tragedy, I need it for my art" - Kurt Cobain
2 âI missed the comfort in being sad"
- Kurt Cobain (from Frances Farmer Will Have Her Revenge on Seattle//Nirvana)
xo, Sð¹â¤ï¸