Jul 30 2011
I’ll get used to it.
I hate not having you physically in my life.
The pain, literally, cuts like a knife.
But I’ll get used to it.
I hate asking baby can I see you, when I already know.
All you answer is maybe, and maybe means no.
But I’ll get used to it.
I hate being jealous of anyone who sees you, your friends.
I hate just laying waiting for you messages to send.
But I’ll get used to it.
The most painful things I do,
are live here with out you.
But I’ll get used to it.
I miss you, the best thing I ever had.
Please don’t worry if I’m sad.
Don’t worry about me, I’ll get used to it.
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“All you answer is maybe, and maybe means no.”
This was spectacular. The line I quoted, in particular, was very very good.
Love the way the ending was so sad, yet seemed somehow… like you were angry? A bit pissed, maybe?
It’s either that or this poem is about a meek little trooper, just letting someone walk all over him..
Both work :p
Well, anyhoo. Was great.
I see what you mean about the anger…I think it’s both at the same time, I think he’s quiet (perhaps docile is the word?) and gets walked all over and he’s bitter about that fact.
I really like how you broke the rhyme scheme with the repetition, I thot it gave it a flowy but at the same time more powerful effect. That was cool.
Great work, over all.
its peerrittty kewl.. i like it. it literlly describes me.. lik to a T
nd yeah, tha dude seeem perrittyy pissed off