Tearing Your Romantic Lines Apart (I Would Avoid You If I Only Knew How)

Teenage angst slashed through the walls,
You think you know us.
You think you know her.
You think you know me.

I'll repeat the lines again and again,
But will I get through to you?
I know you're watching,
Reading every word,
Checking ten times a day to make sure you don't miss.

Love me, love me not,
I'll keep on fucking singing,
Not that I'm very good.
Just out of tune,
A fraction wrong,
But still so wrong.

Stuck in a vicious circle,
Made of knives and nails.
An unpaid tab in a bar everyone forgot,
a blurry, half-remembered night of
scribbling numbers on arms,
Those boys never did call back.

Anywhere but here,
A messy motel bed,
Too dark to show any stains.
Crawl inside with a stranger,
You laugh because you really want to cry.

You don't want to cope.
You want everything else to change around you.
Wouldn't it be easy?
Wouldn't it be wonderful?
Wouldn't it--wouldn't it?

A room with someone who doesn't know you,
In a chair with a pretty pen, pretty thoughts.
Normal.
Sit on the couch.
You don't want to talk to her.
She's wrong.
You're wrong.

You're me.

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Note: Sorry for the three poems in a row. Just feeling angsty tonight, the words keep pouring out.