Showing posts with label audrey. Show all posts
Showing posts with label audrey. Show all posts
Dinner at Tiffany's
I’m hungry and I want to get some dinner after I laid in my bed for hours,
i cried and cursed the whole day through
because I couldn’t stop thinking about you.
This won’t even be poetry so fuck the rhymes,
I can’t even write -
I’m so stupid.
No actually, people keep telling me that i'm intelligent,
but obviously not clever enough to do something right.
I know I’m stupid because I thought it would be different this time.
And nothing is more stupid than running in circles forever.
We talk for hours,
or maybe you just repeat worn-out phrases, while I picture my world around you,
how I would fit in it, how I could change myself and everything around me,
to wrap my life around your body like a warming blanket.
They say, we have nothing in common
and all I can think about is this song,
and too often I feel like Holly, lost and lonely, trying to escape my past life.
and all i have is this strange, orange cat, and a head full of dreams and hopes.
and all i have is this strange, orange cat, and a head full of dreams and hopes.
Things that i think i deserve and need to be happy,
things that you won't provide for me.
i want to have breakfast at tiffany’s, but you just don’t care.
things that you won't provide for me.
i want to have breakfast at tiffany’s, but you just don’t care.
i have had the blues, but now i'm with the mean reds and that's even worse.
Sorry my soul is just a deep blue something, like my eyes,
i know they are not pretty enough,
sorry my brain cells are just full of useless stuff and unbalanced chemicals,
sorry i don't speak your language and sorry for using mine now.
I thought I was one of those people who knew you
and I felt like you wanted to get to know me,too,
but after all these months it always feels like it's almost over and i just can't deal with this instability.
I was dropping hints like bricks, but all they did was silently land on my foot and hurt me.
I don't want to go to university by day and into stranger's bedrooms by night,
but i feel so hollow on the inside
and knowledge on it's own just isn't enough to keep me warm at night.
but i feel so hollow on the inside
and knowledge on it's own just isn't enough to keep me warm at night.
I’ll do the same thing over and over again,
because I go lightly
and it seems like I enjoy the pain
as long as it means that I could stay by your side,
even though you never look at me like Paul looked at Holly.
I’ll wait for you, until you finish your homework,
or come back from work,
until you lived your life and are old and settled down
and there's finally a small place for me
or come back from work,
until you lived your life and are old and settled down
and there's finally a small place for me
and I’ll wait for you, until we both turn to dust …
…and the vacuum cleaner get us -
because fuck cheesy metaphors, I don’t want to wait forever,
not even a small eternity, because i want to live right now,
and not in 10 years.
not even a small eternity, because i want to live right now,
and not in 10 years.
I knew life wasn’t a romantic comedy, but at least I tried
and you’re just a dream maker, a heart breaker,
I thought we were after the same rainbow’s end, but once again I’ll eat my dinner alone.
5 things she taught her
1.
just because he tells you that he loves you
doesn't mean that he'll carry your heart
the way it needs to be held
doesn't mean that he'll carry your heart
the way it needs to be held
2.
if he
just looks, but never listens,
if he touches your boobs but not your heart,
that means he just wants what’s underneath the layers of clothes,
not what's underneath your ribs,
he just wants between your legs,
not between the pages of your diary.
not what's underneath your ribs,
he just wants between your legs,
not between the pages of your diary.
3.
he
should always love everything of you,
when you're wearing white cotton or black lace,
when you're wearing white cotton or black lace,
everything on your sleeve
or nothing at all,
handle your body sometimes rough, but your soul always
gentle
4.
If he
likes your pretty smile, bite him
and ask him if he likes your sharp teeth as
well.
Your love should leave marks, but never scars,
see if he'd bleed for you.
Your love should leave marks, but never scars,
see if he'd bleed for you.
If he’s into biting it’s a bonus.
5.
if he
leaves you and comes back again and again
and tells you he still loves you
and then
disappears again
and then keeps coming back
like a wave on the beach
or the
waterfall of blood in your pants every month,
don’t drown in old memories and
new found interest,
don’t shed tears, but blood,
treat him like your period:
take what you need to numb the pain,
eat chocolate
and let him suffer.
take what you need to numb the pain,
eat chocolate
and let him suffer.
Breakfast at Tiffany’s
I’m hungry and I want to get some breakfast after I laid awake
and cursed the whole night through,
because I couldn’t
stop thinking about you.
This won’t
even be poetry so fuck the rhymes,
I can’t even write -
I’m so
stupid.
No actually,
i’m pretty intelligent,
but never as intelligent as you claim to be.
I guess I’m
stupid because I thought it would be different this time.
But you’re
stupid as well, because you made the same mistake again.
We talk for
hours,
or maybe you just talk and I picture my world around you,
how I would
fit in it, how I could change
to wrap my life around your body like a warming
blanket.
You say, we
have nothing in common
and all I can think about is this song,
and I ask you
about breakfast at tiffany’s and you just don’t care.
The only
thing we have in common is that we both love you.
You tell me
about the pretty mouth that you're kissing
and sharing your coffee in the morning with now,
about the eyes that you are able to see every day at work
and the hair you find inbetween your pillows.
You'd show me a x-ray of her head if that could make me see how clever she is
and list all the things you have in common.-
My best
friend says she probably just you in a wig,
because we
know you’ll never be able to love someone beside yourself.
Sorry my soul is just a deep blue something, like my eyes,
i know they are not pretty enough,
sorry my brain cells are just full of useless stuff and unbalanced chemicals,
sorry i don't speak your language and sorry for using mine now.
Sorry my soul is just a deep blue something, like my eyes,
i know they are not pretty enough,
sorry my brain cells are just full of useless stuff and unbalanced chemicals,
sorry i don't speak your language and sorry for using mine now.
I thought I
was one of those people who knew you
and I felt like you wanted to get to know
me,too,
but after all these years it’s almost over for me and for you it never even
started.
I was dropping hints like bricks, but all they did was silently land on my foot and hurt me.
You go to
the library by day and into stranger’s bedrooms at night,
insert knowledge into
your brain and then your cock into
– my heart like a knife.
I do
neither of those, I feed my brain with thoughts of us
and your rejection fucks
me (over) enough.
I’ll do the
same thing over and over again,
because I go lightly
and it seems like I enjoy
the pain
as long as it means that I could stay by your side,
even though you
never look at me like Paul looked at Holly.
I’ll wait
for you, until you get out of your little box,
out of that prison you built
yourself
out of arrogance and to protect your heart
and I’ll wait for you,
until we both turn to dust …
…and the
vacuum cleaner get us -
because fuck cheesy metaphors, I don’t want to wait
forever,
but my feet are glued to the ground where you spoke with a honey
filled voice to me.
I knew life
wasn’t a romantic comedy, but at least I tried
and you’re just a dream maker, a
heart breaker,
I thought we were after the same rainbow’s end, but I’ll eat my
breakfast alone.
audrey
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guest author
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poem
,
poetry
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