I've been consumed by the Tumblr monster and have been posting nothing but pretty photos, funny memes, and music.
Not that those aren't all fine and dandy - it's just nice to have some substance every now and then.
So, I wrote a poem for the first time in what seems like a lifetime tonight.
It's fictional...and I hope it stays fictional. I wrote it based on a child-like theme. It isn't a happy poem but, in my humble opinion, the juxtaposition emphasizes the delusion of the narrator.
I don't know why I give an entire explanation leading up to a poem that no one is even going to read. Oh well. Wishful thinking.
I don't have a title for it just yet. I couldn't think of one clever enough to do it justice. I'll update this when I come up with one.
"Untitled"
Let's play pretend
and make believe
That I did things right
and you didn't leave.
Let's toy with the thought
that you love me still
That I don't dream of dying
and never will
Let's imagine a trip
we could take in a box
Then wherever we land
build a house out of blocks
Let's color memories
with sidewalk chalk
Age and watch our lives play out
wherever we walk
I could wonder all day
what it would be like
If you'd stuck around
for the rest of my life
But it's time to grow up
and face the fact
That you left me behind
and you're not coming back.
A bit morbid yes.
But I think it's splendid for being so rusty.
