To Laugh at My Luck or Cry at My Shame

To Laugh at My Luck or Cry at My Shame

A Poem by Celestine Astraea Firestorm

Then there are the days that I act so stupid
And I don’t think before I speak.
I’m still sitting here trying to forget about the
Fun times we used to have together, before hitting
This patch of all the bad.
When I feel like I’m screaming at the top of my lungs in a crowded room,
But no one even turns their head to look at me

…and see that…

I’m standing here trying to catch your eye.
Your fleeting glance, just a miniscule of your attention.
Why do I feel so ignored? Like a deaf mute, you pass me by.
Acting as if I wasn’t there at all.

…but still…

I know the fault is mine. I don’t need you to rub it in my face to know I’m the screw up.
Complications come back into play before I can catch them, and make them null.
Just when I thought things were going to be okay, they get all messed up again.
I’m tired of all this stress, I just want it to end.

…and go back…

To how we were. So happy and carefree, when I wasn’t worried that every day might be our last.

© 2008 Celestine Astraea Firestorm


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Celestine Astraea Firestorm
Celestine Astraea Firestorm

Catania, Italy



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