Author's Note: I hate poetry. I am not a poet. I just don't know how I should label this. It seems more like a poem than anything else. On my blog, I tagged it as "word vomit," because that's what it really is. A shit load of word vomit. Oh, yeah. There's cursing. Oops.
Going and Coming.
First posted on lahkneekah(dot)tumblr(dot)com
2/6/2011
The type of girl to run away and come back
You're always out soul searching while everyone you left is picking up the pieces
Don't know what to do, don't know what to think
Following your heart is what they always tell us, but how many of us really do it?
And do it correctly at that?
What's right and what's wrong
We say "fuck it," but sometimes they're right
Sometimes it's okay to think about how people judge us
Cause you keep going and coming, going and coming, and the rest of us are just going
Taking u-turns seems like too much hassle, making wrong turns confuses the GPS
It doesn't matter how you get there, as long as you get there
Preferably on time
Mostly you're never on time, if you show up at all
Sometimes no one shows up, sometimes your shadow shows up
Most of the time nothing shows up, though
You're a big pile of nothing that's got a lot of something
We're all just big piles of nothing
Maybe one day some of us will turn into a big pile of cash, but mostly we're all just a big pile of nothing
Together, and apart. Just big piles of things to be cherished, things that were forgotten, things needed to be done, and things that were tossed away
So back to my point, and less about my pessimistic view on shit
You're alway going and coming, and everyone is still here
What happens when you're coming and there's nothing there?
We've all gone, the way that you'd been going, but now we've all moved on
What happens when someone decided they wanna take a left and not follow you to the right?
You can't find them again
This is a one way high way
You'd have to back track, take an exit, and figure out where something went wrong
The last time that happened…
It happened
That's about all
It happened and then you went again
Going and coming
Jealousy is as jealousy was
Nothing more to it
You're the type of guy to walk in and walk out
To kiss and tell, but never to the person you've kissed
Brush it off
Act like nothing happened
You go and you come
Once in a while you'll stay for a few nights, but mostly you leave after half an hour
Going and coming is all there ever is until there's no where to go, and no one's waiting for you to come
You give everyone a reason to love you, and to hate you
You impress and woe the crowds
Individuals
You leave them wanting to more
You leave everyone wanting more, that's why there's always something to come back to
Someone is always going to be waiting for you, be it out of pity or desire
You've put up this illusion and everyone's eating it up
Everyone
Going and coming
I'll always be waiting