SOMETIMES
Sometimes, I'm a human: pale, fragile, and full of oxygen.
Sometimes, I want to slit my wrist to see if my blood is as red as yours.
Sometimes, I'm a girl: overtly feminine and insanely jealous.
Sometimes, I want to shred pink bows and break my lipstick.
Sometimes, I want to listen to country music and waver in the pain of the world.
Sometimes, I like silence: black, cold, and dead.
Sometimes, I'm me: boorish and boring, unkempt and uncaring.
Sometimes, you're you: closed and conceited, self important and self imposed.
Sometimes, I'm an optimist: chipper, cheery, and looking into the future.
Sometimes, I want to stop breathing to hold back these tears.
Sometimes, I'm your girl: as long as I walk your path.
Sometimes, I want to shred my skin and break my stride.
Sometimes, I want to listen to rock music and pour my pen on paper.
Sometimes, I like noisy: white, warm, and alive.
Sometimes I'm me: batty and brainy, unloved and unloving.
Sometimes you're you: cool and collected, self serving and self aware.
Sometimes, I want to pull back my skin to look at my insides.
Sometimes, I want to leak into the Earth.
Sometimes, I want to rot away.
Sometimes, I want to live.
Sometimes, I want to breathe.
Sometimes, I want to lick the curve of your mouth.
Sometimes, we can't always have what we want.
© 2005 Destiny M. New