Suffocating (In a way I've come to expect)

Suffocating (In a way I've come to expect)

A Poem by Beatrice Mars
"

Forget you.

"

I try to remember you

While I try to forget.

I learn every last detail,

Then put it

Somewhere safe

Where it is lost forever.

 

 

(Stuck adrift in time

I can never be sure

of when,

what or,

Indeed,

whom I

Speak. I apologise)

 

 

(You make me cry)

Your hold on me is

Suffocating

(With possibilities)

Despite your apparent absence

 

Your hold on the

Colours of the

World has thrown me

Into a life of monochrome.

 

Your licence on

Imagining and your

Decisions concerning

Balloons have given me

Indigestion.

 

Your invitation

To infidelity

Has me questioning your

Attractiveness.

I think I'm a little biased.

 

I told you "I can't be

Bothered anymore."

You asked me:

"Why aren't you dead?"

I tried you explain:

"It's like when you're tired

But you don't want to sleep."

You're scared?

"No,

I don't want

To turn the

Music off."

You're too lazy?

"No,

The music's really good -

My favourite

songs keep coming on -

I'm just really tired."

I don't understand

"Me neither"

 

 

 

 

 

There are a few

(a lot)

Of things I

Need to confront

(Admit to myself)

Before I let you in.

These-

 

There are a lot of things I'll never let

You learn.

But I think

(I assume)

You already know;

I'm prone to the dramatic.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

These bubbles are killing me slowly,

Drowning my brain in almost

Silence.

But when they burst and hit my skin

They burn and sting.

 

I see your face through

A battlefield of liquid rainbows,

Your dimpled smile is frozen in

Place.

But I see your confusion;

You don't understand (,) 

You lost everything.

 

(I turned the music off)

 

 

***

Again I apologise, I'm tired

© 2010 Beatrice Mars


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Again - I love it when you write. I'm so tired this almost makes sense :L urm.. i can't actually remember anything else i thought but maybe one day i'll read this again and leave you a decent review :) (insert little heart here) < because they never work xx

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Added on July 15, 2010
Last Updated on November 25, 2010
Tags: Forget, Bubble, Balloon, time, talk

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Beatrice Mars
Beatrice Mars

United Kingdom



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I'm an 19 year old girl. Of all the souls that stand create I have elected one. When sense from spirit files away, And subterfuge is done; When that which is and that which was Apart, intr.. more..

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