Oct 08 2008
Taunt me and Tease Me - a truly college-thing poem.
Taunt me and tease me.
Make fun of me for my indecisions.
And my decisions.
Grab my arm on my way out.
“Fuck off Sean.”
“No Samantha, wait.”
Sharp teeth, bitter hands, sweet arms.
Troubled mind.
You, me and the carpet.
You and your roommates.
You and the ex that wrecked your life.
I’m not her, but I feel like you channel the emotion.
You, me and our emotions.
“Do you ever wish we could be like the normal college kids making all the wrong decisions?”
No, you and I overanalyze.
Tease and taunt, sarcastic and funny.
“You made me uncomfortable…why did you do that?”
Bite my neck and tell me I’m crazy.
“I’m involved deeply with someone 500 miles away.”
You don’t care, it feels good now so why not?
You understand.
You have stuffed animals, a sword and a story about Barcelona.
I have my boots and that earring I left somewhere.
“Where’s your purse?”
You want me to go.
I am going.
No kiss goodbye, you ask me again –
“No Sean, I had a great time.”I missed my friend from home the whole time, thought of him
and how wrong you are
and how unfair it is for you to call me insecure.
Especially after my “you’re fabulous Sam” affirmations.
I don’t want men anymore,
I want my abstract concept across the ATLANTIC
For two years.
For two years of chastity and email and concentration.
And I don’t want to discuss with him the fidelity, I frankly don’t care.
I know that for me, I need to feel something,
Even if the rest of the people are cold.
