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if it counts at all, i stayed up all night waiting

Poetry By: Kathryn
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i've figured us out, i think
she's his weakness
and i'm just his mistake
but i'm okay with everything...


Submitted:Aug 21, 2007    Reads: 85    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


i've figured us out, i think
she's his weakness
and i'm just his mistake
but i'm okay with everything
because his kisses
tasted like guilt anyways
john mayer matches my pace these days
and so does a little slow dancing
with a few reflective mirrors
you know, now that i think about it-
maybe they tasted like obligation,
or was it regret?
it really doesn't matter
all that matters is that they didn't
taste like love
not that i know what that tastes like,
i just know, that wasn't it
i never did like the smell of him:
his clothes smelt like niccotine
and his breath always hinted of whiskey
my hands never fit in his
and his arms were never
tight enough around me
his eyes were green when we first met
and now they've turned black
a lot like the rest of him
we used to play together in the snow
we used to pray together too
but even the brightest flames
and the surest things
can turn out to be nothing more
than a shooting star
that you're not quite sure you saw
and, so, on a cold winter night
when you look up into the dark sky
and see a bunch of dim stars
know that long ago they were us
and they burned brighter than anyone will ever know
and if it makes any difference,
if it counts at all,
last night i waited up
just to make sure they were still there
and they are,
just barely
i stayed up all night waiting
but i never did catch one of those
shooting stars
and it was then that i realized:
they were never meant to be caught




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