Life Would Be So Much Better

Gerardo's picture

Okay, I'm fucking sick of it. I just want someone to hold me. I'm so fucking stressed out. Life would be so much easier if I had a lover. Someone to hold hands with me, and cuddle me, and hug me, and kiss me. I just feel like screaming at Tim. I want to be with him so bad that I feel like screaming at him. I'm just so love sick that I'm mad at him. Why can't things just go my way for once? My love life is so fucked. Oh wait, what love life? Why can't anyone consider my needs? Everyone's so fucking concerned with themselves, even me, but I usually tend to other people's lives instead of my own. You know why? BECAUSE I HAVE NO FUCKING LIFE. I was in such an amazing mood a few hours ago, at the football game, with the marching band. I had a taste of real fun, real excitment, but I just want to be with him. Even if it's only for a day.

Into a corner I crawl
Sound blaring at my face
Light flooding in from a nearby door
Time turns upside down
as does my stomach.

He resists the drag
staring with no emotion
He follows into the corner
closing the door...
closing the door...

I think that I'm going to go lie down.
I need to catch up on my life.
I have sorted everything out I thought.
I had not noticed that everything was out of place...


raining men's picture

Hell yeah

I'm sorry for the shit time man. Yeah lovers would make it a helluva lot easier. And yeah love bites dude, and yes the people you do love do deserve to be beaten and shouted at for not returning any feelings. they are all assholes. And everyone is concenred with themselves - the joys of human behaviour
But there really ain't anything we can do, at least not that I've found out about. I really am sorry man. Fight on through

"Fear leads to anger, anger leads to hate, hate leads to suf-fer-ing"

whateversexual_llama's picture


Yeah, I'd give you a hug if I was there... sadly, I'm a girl, but it's the thought that counts? Try to cheer up... Good luck. Things will be okay. =)

Be yourself. Because if you're busy being someone else, then who's gonna be you?

Anonymous's picture

I sent you a virtual nose-pet,

Though me be the wrong gender. Cool poem.