stop. go. by Angela Thomas i dont want the fairy tale anymore. because its the year 2007 and heck, it just isn't the same anymore. i don't know how to stop this play from reoccuring. the part where you hurt me. the part where i go back into my shell and the next time it happens, its a little less painful. i want to say to you that, yes, its okay you're busy and i'm busy and we're going to continue to try and lead our adult lives while we work out this little fantasy. but it's really not okay. i don't know how to make staying at your place on a weeknight okay when we both have to go into the office in the morning. my head buried in your chest is the only place i want to be these days. you are to me what a frosty glass is to milk. my mind wanders and i pull you along for the ride, stringing together the idea that you're an introvert and that's why you want to cuddle, with the idea that you find me thrilling. the closed doors with art directors and planners banging them open just as our lips collide. i don't have the luxury of arrogance right now. last night on the phone you talked about selling your company, just living on a boat for 5 years, and forgetting about the world. you worry about it. i do too. who would hold my hair and help me fall asleep anywhich way i lay? and maybe you're just another passing fad and i don't want to hurt you either. i don't know. i don't understand. i want to curl up in bed and have my grandfather put his hand on my back and tell me a story about a carnival and a princess. and as i drift off to sleep, i dream. and you are there. how does that work? my mind is so loud. its wave upon wave upon wave and i'm tired. i want you to make me forget. make me go numb, make me wind around your body and silence the constant chatter in my brain. let me be still. let me sleep. i want to stop. i want to go. 09/18/2007 Author's Note: f*** if i know what this is. Posted on 09/19/2007 Copyright © 2024 Angela Thomas Member Comments on this Poem Posted by Meghan Helmich on 09/03/08 at 07:59 PM "i want to curl up in bed and have my grandfather put his hand on my back and tell me a story about a carnival and a princess." that tells me a lot about you in only a few words. you may not know what this is, but i call it honesty. Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2024 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)