This is actually one of my first performance pieces but it seems so appropriate right now. I don't think it reads as well as when it is heard, either way there is something about it i like. If you are wondering why unrequited 2. I did this after i heard a young lady Monica Rose, do a piece she called unrequited. You could call this a remix.
Unrequited 2
I, I, I, I, don’t know how I feel about u
I know I care about u.
I don’t know how I care about u but ….. I care about u,
I wanna kick it with u, but ….. I don’t really want u,
I can’t even say I don’t want u, cause I do,
I just don’t how I want u ,
Someway I feel like to u I am bound,
It’s like wherever I am I want u around,
I been waiting to find a girl, then u came along and I don’t think the girl I want is the girl I found
First I thought we were friends,
we weren’t tight but we were friends,
I would see u and say hey, and that was it,
Then I realized when I saw u I wanted to make sure u saw me,
Then I made sure when u saw me we would talk,
But u just didn’t want to talk, first it was a hug,
Then we would talk, but it felt more than talking,
Cause u would like hold on to my sleeve,
Or we would hug and u would just stay there and talk,
And I am thinking, what is going on,
Like really what’s going on,
But it didn’t feel right talking to u about it,
I just didn’t see anything between me and u fit,
It should feel right,
Not that there was anything wrong, it just didn’t feel right,
I thought u weren’t my type,
But I was happy whenever u were in sight,
Then I am thinking u know how I feel,
But u act like u don’t or even if u do, u act like the way I feel ain’t real,
Believe it or not around u I am shy,
I want to talk to u about it but I can’t,
So I carry u on my mind till I get to bed,
I guess I have no choice but to keep my feelings Unrequited
1 comment:
Made the mistake of reading you today
Got me all sentimental and like
A memory sweeps you along I’m
Dizzy on that ocean like
The room I’m sitting in
Sways on the waves of the water
Stop
Still
Words disguised as tangible, touchable beings.
They’re just words.
Back to work.
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