Superlatives
Posted on August 16, 2010 with 0 comments
My morning noises bounce back at me from across the roomMy footsteps leave audible traces as I pace room to room
My keyboard taps are the loudest sounds in my room
And here comes the kicker line that tells you what the poem is really about:
And in your life my love for you doesn't have any room.
You say you want meBut you say you want me totally this wayAnd you say you want me totally that waySo I make this and that totally my wayAnd then you tell me you totally don't want me either way
You say you need meYou say I mean absolutely everything to youYou say I should spend my life with youYou say you want me to unconditionally accept youSo I love and accept the you of youAnd then you tell me that I entirely don't know you
You say you love meYou say you accept me completelyYou say you care for me completelyYou say you are dedicated to me completelySo, I trust you completelyAnd you drop me on my ass...completely
Do you know you speak in superlatives now?You didn't used to,But somewhere along the line "like" and "ok" became unacceptable and mundane
And they were traded in for "adore absolutely" and "accept unconditionally"As if the "ly's" at the ends of these wordsWould blind us to the ways we so don't matchWould help us ignore that we hadn't really made the best catchWould help me forget that you don't have a snatch...
And I think for a while speaking in "ly's" oiled the gearsMaybe gained us a couple more yearsBut in the end, my - can I even call you my - friend?The "ly's" just caused more tears.
And I don't "ly" you anymore.I don't "ly" you at all.I'm not sure if I even "ly" anyTHING anymore.You've kinda made "ly" meaningless.
When I was a kid I remember my dad having some really shitty advice for me about lifeBut the one thing he taught me that has actually turned out to be trueIs this:
don't.
trust.
superlatives.
because they're likely to leave you sitting outside some darkened theatrea block away from some darkened grocery storea mile away from your darkened homewith nothing to hold on toand nothing to remember except for softness in your eyebefore you started to L-Y.
My keyboard taps are the loudest sounds in my room
And here comes the kicker line that tells you what the poem is really about:
And in your life my love for you doesn't have any room.
You say you want meBut you say you want me totally this wayAnd you say you want me totally that waySo I make this and that totally my wayAnd then you tell me you totally don't want me either way
You say you need meYou say I mean absolutely everything to youYou say I should spend my life with youYou say you want me to unconditionally accept youSo I love and accept the you of youAnd then you tell me that I entirely don't know you
You say you love meYou say you accept me completelyYou say you care for me completelyYou say you are dedicated to me completelySo, I trust you completelyAnd you drop me on my ass...completely
Do you know you speak in superlatives now?You didn't used to,But somewhere along the line "like" and "ok" became unacceptable and mundane
And they were traded in for "adore absolutely" and "accept unconditionally"As if the "ly's" at the ends of these wordsWould blind us to the ways we so don't matchWould help us ignore that we hadn't really made the best catchWould help me forget that you don't have a snatch...
And I think for a while speaking in "ly's" oiled the gearsMaybe gained us a couple more yearsBut in the end, my - can I even call you my - friend?The "ly's" just caused more tears.
And I don't "ly" you anymore.I don't "ly" you at all.I'm not sure if I even "ly" anyTHING anymore.You've kinda made "ly" meaningless.
When I was a kid I remember my dad having some really shitty advice for me about lifeBut the one thing he taught me that has actually turned out to be trueIs this:
don't.
trust.
superlatives.
because they're likely to leave you sitting outside some darkened theatrea block away from some darkened grocery storea mile away from your darkened homewith nothing to hold on toand nothing to remember except for softness in your eyebefore you started to L-Y.