destiny manages to kick my ass
a few times each year
yet somehow it convinces me
i enjoy it

i still think there's a correlation between
when she stuffs her face with more food
than i could eat in a week
and how you tell her no one else
ever mattered

something about destiny, karma,
fate and guilt
become dessert on an
all-you-can-eat buffet
between her legs

but you could fit two of you inside there
and still manage to get lost

the way jealousy is always ever present
in conversations between strangers
forces me to over-analyze even more
about the parts we play

and destiny still kicks my ass
but this time it's in all the right
directions.

10/22/2011

Author's Note:

"So I'm just a medicine
You take when you're sick
You get well and that's it
I'm put back
On the shelf in your mirror
And it isn't exeptional
The course of our fate
Because people love and they hate
And I guess
It's just all turned to hate
Yeah, you were just some song I wrote
A poem on a page
A sculpture I made
Out of clay
Desire was the flame
But now you're more of a basketball
Boys just pass you around
They bounce you hard on the ground
And dribble
Then we all get high fives
And you think I'm an asshole now
Well, you're probably right
But at least I'm not blind to the facts
I've been wishing were all lies
But still, I hope you get everything
That you care to possess
And unbelievable sex
With him
Or any one of my friends
But just don't ask about my appetite
I didn't lose it tonight
It's been gone half my life
It's just, I
I've been eating for you"

- Bright Eyes

Posted on 11/07/2011
Copyright © 2026 Ava Blu

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Meghan Helmich on 11/07/11 at 02:59 PM
Your work is so often sharp and painful. That's a great trait to have, my dear.
Posted by Mo Couts on 11/07/11 at 04:58 PM
Meghan's dead on the money, Ava. This piece, like all of your others, rocks tremendously and beyond words.