I found this poem that I wrote in October, 2011 when I was completely overwhelmed with my thesis. I just wrote in on a whim in the middle of the night when I felt another meltdown coming. It's addressed to an imaginary boyfriend.
When I am finally done,
will you hug me really tight?
Buy me an icecream maybe,
watch movies through the night?
If I did a great job writing,
will you take me out to dance?
Tell me you're so proud,
being famous is a chance.
I feel so drained sweetheart,
will you make me fresh and new?
Rub each stress off with a kiss,
can it just be me n you?
Each word feels so heavy,
no wonder my back hurts!
Inspiration's leaking slowly,
more in trickles than in spurts.
If feel the tears are coming,
if the low gets really low,
will you pick me up, dust me off,
tell me i'm the strongest girl u know?
Can't wait to get this done with,
we won't have a single care,
we'll laugh and fight and talk all night,
and forget this time was ever there.
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