i was really sad from like november-march so here is a poem from that point in my life, it’s OK or whatev, i’m better now, thanks, OK!
Every song I listened to tonight made me feel
like a ton of bricks had just landed in my stomach
with the force of an angry mob, pointing their guns
directly into my soul, aim and fire, like twenty bullets.
And then the lines I had heard a hundred times before
resonated in my mind a hundred times more:
“There’s times I think of leaving
but it’s something I’ll never do
because you can do better than me
but I can’t do better than you.”
It’s not settling if I’m the one aiming high.
Do you feel that you’re not getting the best deal?
Have I been hiding under a pillow so far
that I don’t notice your tone when you speak?
I guess I never panned out to be the type of girl
you could see yourself spending the rest of your life with.
We’re still young, and you’re always in a hurry.
If you were going to leave, I’d rather you just do it,
now, than make me wait another year.
And now “the ice is getting thinner”
and blah blah blah, all the Death Cab songs
in the world make me feel like a beginner.