There's nothing you can say that I haven't heard before
So don't bother wasting your breath
Time has left me with a multitude of excuses
And there are no surprises left
There's nothing you can show me now
That I haven't already seen
Time has smoothed out my rough edges
And you're looking a little green
There's nothing you can make me feel
That I haven't felt in the past
Passion and lust are a lovely combination
But these fires never seem to last
There's nothing you can do to me
That hasn't already been done
So quit trying to show me something new
And let's just have our mindless fun
Well... That's one awesome review you got below mine! -I can't even begin to compete with that level on insight. So, let's just say: I like it!
~and I'm off! *zoom!*
No, I'm just kidding...
I have more to say then that.
"Time has left me with a multitude of excuses and there are no surprises left" -That's just an awesome line! And this one: "Time has smoothed out my rough edges and you're looking a little green" -so bitter!
It seems you are saying so much to the contrary to just end up on "And let's just have our mindless fun"...
I don't know, it just does not seem like that's where it should be going to me. It's all so spiteful and then just kind of ends on, what? -Self-loathing? Giving in for that fire you already know won't last???
At least that's how I read it, maybe I'm wayyy off.
I already said; not as insightful as below.
Now I'm off!
*love & light*
---comes back to edit---
Oh, yeah- and I totally like the poem!!! I forgot to mention- it's a great submission!!!
somehow, this is more than jadedness; resignation that hopes will only serve to disappoint, melancholy for this flat conclusion you've reached and a numbness to engage in "fun" that's not really fun since there's no life in anything he/she can possibly offer you, so world weary for your past heartbreaks and experiences. and my heart is sad for such a soul, (perhaps yours?) devoid of any fight left for faith in the universe at bringing passion and bright colors back into your life via someone new.
why do we live like this at times? one dimensionally, given up on any kindness within that fickle fate that seemingly rules our lives in concentric, self destructive circles, never being able to be free of our bad choices and the rose colored glasses that hamper rather than help.
technically, you've written this with a scheme of rhymes that doesn't slow the progress of the piece at all or trip up the flow of thoughts. congrats on that. but more so for your straightforwardness in how life has gone for you thus far and a map with one of those "you are here" stickers. it puts into perspective my own "you are here" dot, an all too brief encounter with what my life is really like right now, too quickly put aside for the pleasant fictions i surround myself in.