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.
“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