I am waiting,
hoping for endings and praying for just a few more minutes...
I am waiting,
for nothing and yet for everything because I cannot make a decision.
I am standing,
but lying on the ground, feeling my body numb to the cool icerainsnow.
Just being,
unhappy, discontent, emotionally malnourished and poorly worded.
It all sounds so beautiful coming from my mouth
but when I hear it played back
it sounds foreign and foolish.
It sounds amatuer.
And when I say that I know it's the worst insult. I know it's potent poison. I know it's supposed to hurt and that's why I say it about myself.
So maybe I'm neurotic, and maybe I'm falling apart, and maybe my grammar is atrocious and maybe this isn't really a poem
but I just wanted to see these words live before me so that I wouldn't feel quite so crazy...I have a lot of grand ambitions that never pan out.
I am waiting for you and no one.

03/14/2002

Posted on 03/14/2002
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