I'm jealous...again

Just A Game

I don't know where I am, 

I don't know this place. 

Don't recognize anybody, 

Just the same old dirty face.
See these people, they lie,
And I don't know who to believe anymore.

But there comes you,
To keep me safe from harm
There comes you,
To take me in your arms
Is it just a game?
I don't know.
Is it just a game?
I don't know.

Pleading eyes that break my heart
So homesick I can feel
But I know I must play my part 

And tears I must conceal,

There comes you,
To keep me safe from harm
There comes you,
To take me in your arms

Is it just a game?
I don't know
To keep you safe from my bow

Take my hand and my heart races
Flames illuminate our faces
And we are on fire
Blow a kiss to the crowd
They're our only hope now.

And now I know my place.
And now I know my place.
We're all just pieces in their games. 

These are the lyrics to my favorite song right now. The first time I heard it, seriously, I wanted to cry it's so good. These words paint such a vivid picture, with so much emotion. I'm jealous of Birdy and everybody knows it. She's a 15-year-old girl from England writing songs like this, and I can't even write my own poem for my blog.

Here's the link to the song if you wanna listen to it: Just A Game - Birdy

I'm Jealous

Pretty 

by Jewel 

There is a pretty girl 

on the 

Face 

of the magazine 

And 

all I see 

are my dirty 

hands 

turning the page 

I'm so jealous of really short poems like this. They say so much by saying so little. One-liners have a place in my heart. It's all about the simplicity of it. And it's so much more powerful because it's all by itself.

P.S. 

by Jewel 

I wrote those nice 

poems only because 

the honest ones 

would frighten you 

It's just really good, isn't it? I love it because you can interpret it any way you want. It's specific and vague at the same time.

Is it too much to ask?

Just a few things I've really been wanting lately.

How cute is this right now?

Also, we can't forget about my boy Josh. I mean how good is he looking in this picture? Too good, is the correct answer.

Look at ME.

Look at me like you look at her. 

Think of me like you think of her.

Call me back as fast as you call her back.

Walk with me like you walk with her.

Read by me like you read by her.

Be nervous to see me like you're nervous to see her.

Spend every minute with me like you spend every minute with her.

Trust me like you trust her.

Love me back like you love her back. 

Come on in.

I can't decide if I want you in my dreams or not. It's so tempting to let you stay for just one night.

I'm getting weaker every hour. Soon enough my bones will break from the constant pressure.

Should I give in and let you stay? Or do what's best for me and my bones and forget you ever came? I know what I want to do, but what am I supposed to do? Who even does what they're supposed to do these days? Forget it. 

You're in my head and I'm tired of trying to force you out. Come on in, stay awhile.

InSaNiTy

I wish my bones weren't so smart. Why do they have to be right every time?

They whispered the other day to let go. I'll DIE before I let go. Nothing my bones will ever say can convince me to let go. I'm holding on even if it drives me to insanity. I don't have the heart to let go.

My bones strangle me. They're stubborn. I'm stubborn.

They tell me it'll be better once I let go, but what if I don't want things to be better?
What if I'd rather wallow in self pity? But my bones don't get that.
They think they know me, but how can they when I don't even know myself?

Is this funny or what?