I've borrowed bits from many of my favorite songs by The National, rearranged them and turned them into a poem about myself.
I can't say it better than they did.
Careful fear and dead devotion,
[I] looked happy for a woman.
Nothing else moves that way.
I’ll still destroy you someday.
[Oh but,] are you gonna fall apart again?
Did somebody break your heart again?
[Soon] the storm will suck the pretty girls into the sky.
Oh poor sky
Don’t cry on me
My head plays it over & over.
I was a comfortable kid, but I don’t think about it much anymore:
All our lonely kicks -
Hanging from the chandeliers / How we swallow the sun
- that make us saintly and thin.
If I was less than amazing,
I do not know what all the troubles are for.
My head plays it -- I want to start over.
Don't interrupt me. I want to be winning.
Darling, can you tie my string?
Oh poor sky -
Do you really think you can just put it in a safe
Behind a painting, lock it up and leave?
- don't cry on me.
You are not the only one to sit awake until the wild feelings leave you.
I was thinking that you’d call somebody closer to you, oh - this is the last time.
(Let’s not try to figure out everything at once.)
Sleep well, beast.