Tuesday, October 26, 2010

fluorescent

when i saw you under that fluorescent light
i didn't know what to think.

i thought you were going to hurt me.
you were glowing.
your aura around you was red.

your cheeks were sucked in
and your chest was puffed out.
i miss you.

you're as hollow as a magazine cover.
you're as empty as a full glass of soda.
what to think?

what do i do if i've ran dry of things to talk about?
what happens to us when i tell you i don't think you're interesting anymore?
what do you think of me?

why do you look at me the way you do?

i'm on the 10th floor of the shortest building in the city
and if i jumped right now, i would only have a broken platelet bone in my foot.
the second one into pieces.

if i dropped the glass doll and you were standing in front of me
all bloody and dead
would you still attack me?

would you still think of me the same?
would you stop glowing, please?

and could you please change the color of your aura, you're scaring me.
give me a hug.

or..y'know..just drop to the ground.

2 comments:

  1. There's always something else to talk about; being dragged towards something isn't bad all of the time.

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  2. This sounds like one of your old school blogs. I'm so confused as to what this was about.

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