Poems from bcp36912
i'm going back and forth
between wanting you
and not wanting you.
i thought maybe i'd feel so strongly
eveything else slipped away
but...
do i choose to say no?
do i even get the chance to?
sometimes people don't give you a choice
because they just don't give a damn
about...
the lights are shaking
as her fingers are tap tap tapping on the keyboard
and the girls next door are fade fade fading
into the green...
i'm sure she is a spy
or some sort of really intelligent
person
because how can she not be?
and her friend, too.
they're part of this...
what do i do if i don't have
two dollars?
do i ask
for help?
or do i call the emergency hot-lines?
do i plead to god
for that money? ...