London Fog - 08.20

[Cockfoster]

i got stoned again
but not by your pipe.
this time it was with your song.
all the while i had been building a wall
to protect myself from something like this.
i'm afraid you'll move along
and leave me sitting in coffee houses
wishing someone would sing something from their soul.
you should know that the wall itself
is now begging to be touched.
fuck your song and the girl you wrote it about.
if i ever wrote down the novels of ache i have inside of me
people might start thinking i'm good at something.
i was great when i thought you loved me.

 

[KAZ]

ouch.

 

[yakksoho]

Love hurts. I feel like this a lot. Thank you so much for expressing it in a way that I have never been able to do.

 

[up all night]

i was great when i thought you loved me.

I could almost taste the bitterness in this piece...

I have wasted so many days feeling bitter and angry at the people who've hurt me. So often has that anger turned to hate and so often has that hatred hurt me more than it did anyone else.

When it's all been said and done, I think the most important thing to remember is that solitary coffee house missions aren't such a bad thing.

 

[Nietzche]

I think the most important thing to remember is that solitary coffee house missions aren't such a bad thing.

:D

This poem is rather interesting . . .