Reading seventeen lines
I roll my eyes, click
Delete. Delete but still
I thought of you.
The song that played
For so many days until
I screamed in my head,
Screamed "Go away!"
I heard it again and
I thought of you.
But now that fire has been replaced
By a restless peace that won't erase
The past I lived for, the present I see.
And the future I dreamed of...
No it won't ever be.
I dreamed again,
This time with sense.
I thought and I thought and
was it envy? Pure and green
Trailing over my lungs and
Piercing my vunerable heart?
No, my bell. I was foolish.
Our candle has melted
And its flame flickered out.
But still I think of you,
Ringing, laughing.
The song that played
For so many days until
I screamed in my head,
Screamed "Go away!"
I heard it again, smiling.
I thought of you.
I realized again that
Memories don't end.
But now they're just songs.
And we are truly just friends.
I was listening to some Avril songs the other night and when stuff happened between me and this friend, those songs really spoke to me and described my situation so perfectly. And when I listen to them the other night, I remembered the stuff I felt, but I didn't feel it. The songs carry a few memories, but they're not so painful now.
The rythym isn't exactly right, I know, but I'll edit it later. Also, the main inspirtation here is that chainmail going around, "17 signs of being in love".
So critique!