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Brittany Windham Poem
Keep your options open.
Falling fast isn't bad unless they're not expecting to be the one that's supposed to catch you when gravity catches up to what you think is an infinite unrealistic reality.
And love is about as rare as blue roses growing in the mist of mas casuality.
Did I mention this was an unrealistic reality?
I know, it's getting a bit confusing and somewhat misleading.
What I mean is keep your options open.
Yes I know this statement is a bit repetative, but keep your options open.
This is my blatantly obvious yet tactful attempt at subliminal mind control, or whatever they call it.
Is it working?
Keep your options open.
You know falling for someone is about as difficult as it is to not fall for someone.
Do you let your guards down or do you go all in?
When you're older you go all in.
When you're young and have been hurt you keep your options open, but you just tell everyone no one else caught your attention.
When you're young and nieve like most of us you forget the caution signs every where and you go all in.
I've said it so much you must have caught on to who the audience was, right?
I think my options are open, or about as open as they can get, or maybe i'm falling but i'm fighting it.
Maybe i'm as confused as any individual my age, maybe not.
Maybe i'm just sitting here thinking of ways to totally mind screw you.
Maybe this is me pretending to be smart and i'm just really over analyzing things.
Maybe I picked up a few tricks on how to sound smarter then I am while I was in school.
Maybe I am so intellectually intelligent in the most unobvious ways to you that this is mind blowing that I even thought of this.
Maybe this entire thing is a lie and i'm just rambling for the sake of it.
Maybe not.
I'm only 18, what do I know, what exactly have I experienced in such a short amount of time?
Copyright © Brittany Windham | Year Posted 2012
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Brittany Windham Poem
I'm not supposed to be like this.
Misfitted, twisted, confused, self conscience, and unoptimistic.
I'm still trying to put in to words what it is that made me like this.
Who it is that paved this.
You know you carved the rocks to the road that I'm supposed to walk down.
The only thing is you only paved it half way.
I thought men could finish things like this.
You only paved it half way.
I thought parents loved you unconditionally.
You only paved it half way.
I thought daugters were supposed to be daddys little girls.
You only paved it half way.
You don't even know how amazing I am but still think you deserve the credit.
You only paved it half way.
Who do I owe my success to?
You only paved it half way.
You're the reason I can't trust dudes.
You only paved it half way.
You're the reason sometimes late at night I stop being too pretty to cry.
You only paved it half way.
I'm venting now, hoping for a better day.
You see I'm not as screwed up as I should be.
Get pissed, flip stuff, dip quick, and light piff.
Get sick, spazz fit, sniff this, and sip stuff.
This only makes sense to me.
You're starting to become my enemy.
I said I couldn't find the words at the begining of this.
I think I found a few.
Shed a few tears and throw on a smile or two.
I just let the world see how volunerable I can be, atleast for an hour or a few.
I don't know when I'll tell you this to your face but it's long over do.
Got me up 4am cyber venting to you.
Copyright © Brittany Windham | Year Posted 2012
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You asked me what it felt like when the needle pierced my skin.
As if you couldn't see the pain filled expression on my face when the needle went it.
You side line, my thoughts pine, this needles still scrapping this body of mine.
And yet you still don't see it but you still want to know how it feels.
You ask is it like a rush, can you see, can you touch?
I know you hear the faint buzzing of this needle, and the sound gets fainter when he loosens his grip, and on that tattoo gun traces of my blood are still fresh.
And yet you still don't see it but you still want to know how it feels.
He's halfway down my ribs, and you know on that spot the pain is big but I swear i'd take every ounce of it for you, and it's in color so it hurts more but only for you.
You know I have a few other tattoos I tried to cover up too just so you don't see the mistakes and understand that for you, this is real.
That needle didn't flow so gracefully kind of like our relationship, see just by the way you're sitting there asking instead of feeling I can tell you don't get it.
And you know i'd do anything, walk through fire, stand in rain, spill blood, cause pain, just so that you could understand that it's real.
You wanted to understand it's real with this tattoo on my body that YOU can't feel, and i'm standing here looking at the finished masterpiece like damn.
Another mark i'll have to hide, this ink is burning me inside and all you have to say is "are you done?"
You know I did it for you but the strangest thing about you is you still don't see it but you still want to know how it feels.
Maybe you should tattoo my name on you so I know it's real!
Copyright © Brittany Windham | Year Posted 2012
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