The Misadventures of Dabs

Follow the simpleton as he tries to find his way around the perplexed universe. Looking for home in all the wrong places. Is our daunting hero up to the task? read on to find out...

Monday, May 09, 2005

waiting on nothing

As you give that look to me,
your hooks sink right into me.
I showed you the best of me.
Because I thought you were my destiny.

You say life is picturesque.
As you stab that knife into my chest.
You say you aren’t beautiful.
What lies underneath you is more eternal.

You talk to me as if you don’t know.
Truly, my heart has nothing else left to show.
When you smile, I just sighed.
Now when I see you, I just cry.

How can you be so cold?
How can you be so cruel?
I want to be your man,
but you treat me like your fool.

At my last cigarette,
its still you I can’t forget.
My love for you is somewhat divine.
Every nightfall, I wait on your shrine.

I close my eyes.
It’s 3 in the morning.
Then I realize.
I crafted my own demise.

A salty tear.
A love not adhered.
Your all I ever wanted.
But you leave me here, violently tainted.

I’ve been hurt, I’ve been bruised.
I’ve walked right into your flame.
Now I’ve got nothing won
and nothing left to lose.

2 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

who'd you write this for? Beautiful but sad.

3:16 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

you should read "waiting for godot" by samuel beckett..u say the exact same thing that story conveys. I think the idea your poem is brining out is existentialism--the concept that life is full of uncertainties and the only certainty is death itself.

9:05 PM  

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