Hey look! A poem! ^^There’s the audio if you’d like to hear it; it is Spoken Word, after all. Excuse the crappy audio, please. ALSO IGNORE THE WEIRD LOOPING THING IT MAY OR MAY NOT DO AT THE END BECAUSE SOUNDCLOUD WAS BEING TRIPPY.
Here’s the transcript, if you don’t want to hear my deeper-than-average voice:
I wrote you a story.
It was a story filled to the brim
With pretty poetry riddled in
My love for you is a deep blue Atlantic, I wrote
And the hurricanes never subside and my
It’s a red-white-blue siren
In my rearview mirror
Will it be freedom?
My hypocrisy is the American flag
But where’s the metaphor when you’re comparing two things that are actually
And my story was full
Full of pretty poetry that I scrawl onto cocktail napkins
because I need to feel
Like a real
And maybe I’m a little terrified
Terrified that this big Atlantic hurricane is going to sweep me up
And blow me away
So far away from everything that I know
But my daddy always told me
To take one step
Out of my comfort zone
But where’s the comfort in being 3000 feet off the ground
Jumping from an aeroplane
Only to realize
You forgot your parachute.
And you’re always forgetting something,
Like your best friends birthday
Or her going away present
Or maybe you’ve even forgotten the fact that your best friend
Has a life, when you’re not around
Did you even remember to tell her?
Tell her that this poem was supposed to be about her?
Have you constantly neglected to mention the fact
That you’ve fallen in and out of love
With her words
For years now
And you meant for this poem to be the one
In which you could call her angel
And compare her eyes to the sun
And spit the pretty, clichéd poetry that you’ve kept locked inside of your chest
But you’re too scared to write it all down
And you don’t know why because you’re sure
She’d just take it all in stride anyway
That’s just the type of girl she is
And she’s so beautiful
But she refuses to see it, especially if you point it out
You’ve been so bad to her
Doesn’t she deserve someone who loves her more?