You swear words at me,
You wont take back.
Run away from me,
You've changed your track.
Pass glares at me.
Sneer at my lack.
But I can help but smile,
I'm your sweet li'l hypochondriac.
Loving every pain you give me,
Collecting every tear I've ever wept.
Taking them in my arms,
I wont let go.
There's no sufference,
not that I know of,
that can't be mine,
When pain is all I define myself with;
When pain makes me feel strangely fine.
Considering this nausea taking over me,
Feeling:
This is the way I'm meant to be.
And I'm happy,
to be the way I've been.
Not a moment spent in anxiety,
Imagining things that make me believe,
I'm surviving this persistent heart-attack.
I'm your sweet li'l hypochondriac.
2 comments:
Awesome!! really is :o You write so great in this one, mixing rhymes with lines that don't rhyme, and still at such consistent pace, it's wonderful... and of course the imagery... wow feels really like a well thought through poem, it hit me like a brick!
"When pain is all I define myself with;
When pain makes me feel strangely fine."
That is so me :o Way deep man!
Yeah, I had dwelled on this idea for quite some time, until I got to complete it.. And those lines u mentioned, i link myself to them as well :O
Maybe thats the essence of words that bring minds from all parts of the world together.. :)
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