The world is just a spinning top,
it goes so fast i lose my balance but you are always
there to grab my hand,
you are my marathon man,
always running,
its become second nature to me,
so why should i expect any different from you,
you leave me cold and unwanted
you don't mean to but you do,
i feel frozen, immobile and bleeding
and my love you are oblivious,
life goes on without me,
and yet it stops for you,
my life stops and revolves and ends for you,
too bad you don't know it
you make me want to scream
to be violent needlessly
razor blades dancing in my vision,
all for you,
poetic insanity,
you leave me breathless and in mind numbing pain,
what a view from Wednesday,
it was a Wednesday when i first spoke to you,
never guessed such a heart shattering heat wave of
love could be mine,
it is my master,
i never fail to fall at its feet in your absence,
and in your presence i feel so weak and needless,
i want to be mad at you,
mindless fury enough to end the world and stop this
chaotic merry-go-round,
I want to scream and be of blind hatred and sharp
unmerciful pain,
but you make me soft and meek and kind and weak and i
lose my mind when i hear you speak,
running so fast oblivious to your feet,
stay and let my world spin for you once more.
I wrote tis almost two years ago, and yet I cannot for the life of me remember who it is about, odd isn't it.
