Better With Tempo

I'm still standing in the rain
Waiting for you breath to fade away
I'm still sitting in the dark
Waiting for anything to start

It's getting even harder now
Hushing my hair from my face
I hear the cosmic forces
Laughing in outer space.

I'm tired of moving like a fool
So that you can sit up on your stool
I'm listening for the sound
To say you have still drowned

I'm dancing on the bridge
Stalking for my doom
I'm singing in the closed door
The empty space of fume

I'm cursing at the tone
Saying "Lord leave me alone"
I can't hardly keep my pitch now
I wonder if I'll know how

IMO

Modest isn't hottest

And so now...

I'm out of rhymes

Today...

I put on a dress
And makeup
So I could sit in my room
In the dark
And look in the mirror
And see everything that is

What is wrong with me?

I just started picking each eyelash
One by one
By one
And scratching each itch
Stomach Arms Legs

Disorders

Argh Argh

So, I thought I couldn't write another sad poem.
And I am getting closer.
My format is laughable.
For a not rhythmic post.

I'm realizing the power of forget.
That everything has means for regret.
Thank god I made one rhyme.

I found a boy
Needle and thread
My silly unneeded closure


I'm getting my cliche sewing up
I feel whole when we speak
And when I know he is smiling and laughing
At the same time as me

I know
I love you
And I forgive you
And I'm sorry
And that we'll see each other again

Revision

I thought I wasn't broken
I didn't need fixing
But then my mental pieces
Yearned for mending

Overused and overrated
Underused never appreciated
My personified heart
It tells me I chose wrong

But my conscience
Well, it says otherwise.
I think it's time I cut the unbound ties
I forgive you.