Wednesday, August 18, 2010

those

Can I sit with you now?
Can you tell me you see me?
Will you think that I'm needy when I wish that I want to be seen?
But don't stop to tell me that you
saw me walking by.
Some how linked to another, and their sweetness by your side.
Your newly crafted humans,
Extenstions of your life,
but all you do now is complain, that they
won't do you right.
Such a shame, such a wrong how quickly that things leave!
The memory of lonliness! The weakness in your knees!
Get past that selfish need of yours to sleep and think and be.
I have those things in excess to you,
you selfish, blinded fiend.
How many memories would you make alone in place of those;
the ones with those you helped form and create;
the ones you helped to form.
Just forget I even asked. Forget I thought to say,
that I'm jealous of the ones
you have,
the ones
convinced
to
stay.