Hey

“Hey”

Constant calling can't coax interest
Prideful play pushes you away.

But, hey,

Silence slaughters, and kindness
could kindle
if,
you weren't so nimble,

with your deft avoidance.

It's fine. Why waste my time?
When I could go and find.
Someone brand new who,
wouldn't be you.

But, hey,

Laughing loses
all meaning
when I can see
your feelings

were never, ever there.

Hey,

it's fine. Why waste my time?
When I could try
one last time and
be honest

with beautiful you.

Fine. I'll waste my time. I'll think, shrink and look
up and see that

hey,

I don't need you. You're nothing I ever wanted.
Someone who always pretends and sings
honeyed words with
a beautiful face and

makes me feel like nothing.

Hey, I want to go outside and see something new. I want to
breath in the fresh air and waste my days and
think of someone new who isn't the you that
I thought you used to be,

and you never really knew.

She'll see me and I'll be okay
I found someone new today
who didn't put me down
below her towers of importance filled with
petty little dreams.

Hey, she saw a person, she sees people,

she saw me, for who I really was

she,

threw me away, yesterday and I
Couldn't see sorrow, eyes

closed and ready. I know what happens when I open
my heart to hampering heroines of happy thoughts

But, hey,

someone, of this world,
could maybe take the time to show me
whirls,
watching me dance, maybe I'm just not meant to be for
romance.

I'm not tall, fit, covered in spit
I was just wondering if I could get hit
with the idea that if someone came along and—

Hey,

how are you? It hasn't been long since someone new came along but
you
are different
you're kind of like me but with
a brand new imprint
of something I've missed seeing,
a true being, someone who gets, gives, takes, rakes, unconditionally.
Someone, constant, kind, genuine, generous, on the inside.
and the outside's fine too.

Hey,
please don't go away. I just want one to stay, for awhile, and we can, maybe
talk about the world, the whirls, the winding curls of misfortune that
the others before blissfully ignored when they
inflicted what they thought was thinking on us like
they knew how to handle hearts with their minds.

Hey,

come and hold my hand.
I don't know what I want but
anything you can give would be more grand than
looks, lies, selfish counts of crows pecking at my
writhing weak willed warbles all
calling for a change in
scenery, society, formality, function,  and fractious acts of
emotional torment
that rip my chest and purge my eyes of all the things I've ever wanted to believe.

Hey,
I'd rather spend a day.
With you.