Your Uncontrollable Love
By colleen
You always loved to give intoYour self-destructive ways.You placed more importance on themThan you ever did on me.You own a problem greater than you,Greater than I;Rather it owns you.Late at nightWhen you have nothing else to doYou're staring at the TV blanklyPraying for a distraction From your boredomeAnd then you get a call, It's not from me,But an hour later And that doesn't matter.It owns you in the afternoonWhen you're counting the minutes Until lunch break tie,Time for your snack,Your break,Your release.It owns you in the eveningWhen you bask in the pride Of going all day without,You deserve a treat,One treat won't hurt,It won't kill you.It owns you in the morningWhen the alarmNexts to your head makes the most awful noiseYou've ever heard.You're head poundsAs though somebody droppedA house of bricks on youWhile you were asleep(Or were you awake?)And you can't move your bodyBecause the bricks still haven't been moved.I'd offer to helpBut you sent me homeLong before the bricksAnd long before the naked girl laying beside youWho's name you never bothered to learn.But I have to look awayLeave the room.I hear your cries,But I don't think they're realSo I run out of the room,Down the hall,Down the stairs,Out the front door.I run.With the sound of your pathetic cries Catching my heelsBut not making me stay. Written October 27th, 2001 © on Oct 26 2001 04:21 PM PST 18 • 0 • 8
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"You always loved to give intoYour self-destructive ways.You placed more importance on themThan you ever did on me.You own a problem greater than you,Greater than I;Rather it owns you.Late at nightWhen you have nothing else to doYou're staring at the TV blanklyPraying for a distraction From your boredomeAnd then you get a call, It's not from me,But an hour later And that doesn't matter.It owns you in the afternoonWhen you're counting the minutes Until lunch break tie,Time for your snack,Your break,Your release.It owns you in the eveningWhen you bask in the pride Of going all day without,You deserve a treat,One treat won't hurt,It won't kill you.It owns you in the morningWhen the alarmNexts to your head makes the most awful noiseYou've ever heard.You're head poundsAs though somebody droppedA house of bricks on youWhile you were asleep(Or were you awake?)And you can't move your bodyBecause the bricks still haven't been moved.I'd offer to helpBut you sent me homeLong before the bricksAnd long before the naked girl laying beside youWho's name you never bothered to learn.But I have to look awayLeave the room.I hear your cries,But I don't think they're realSo I run out of the room,Down the hall,Down the stairs,Out the front door.I run.With the sound of your pathetic cries Catching my heelsBut not making me stay...."