In My Pocket

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
taking inventory of emotions

Submitted: September 06, 2009

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About twenty cents
And a lighter
Still empty
Still searching

Tired of sitcoms
Tired of commercials
Tired of late night full-of-shit
Made-for-TV romances.

I've got a few cigarettes
And a few unwelcome pieces
I've got something inside
I've got something to hide

Baby,
I've got all this shit
Coming out of my ears
Baby,
I've got you
Missing for years
I've got you
empty
breathing
escaping
I've got you
But you can't seem to grasp it.

Take it all
Then throw it away
Give it to me dearly
Then somehow misplace it
Give me the entire world
Then somehow erase it
Give me your fucking heart
Then you manage to take it
I gladly give you mine
And you react by raping it.

I'm so exhausted.
I'm so empty.
I'm so dead.
I'm so without.

I'm dying without you,
But I can't seem to exist within you.


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