May 7, 2013
I don’t usually write two journal entries in one day but today Hasty is here right now visiting me in the hospital and she wants to write a poem with me. She’s something of a poet. She has to know that she’s privileged if I let her put her hands on my journal, which is currently in this notebook. Paula says she’d bring me the real journal, but I’ve hidden it well and I don’t want her to read any of it in the transfer so I won’t tell her where I’ve hidden it. Anyway, Hasty’s still privileged, even though she will be in my presence the entire time. Now she wants us to co-write a poem. So in case I get confused in the future, I’ll just say she’s using the darker pen. Now I’m handing the notebook off to her to start.
You think you are pretty In your skinny blue jeans Well, you kind of are But yea, whatever! You think you are smarter Cause you have a nice job Drive a nice car, iron your shirt But yeah, whatever!
Ok it seems that Hasty is writing as if she’s me talking to her…hmmmm, ok so then I will write in the perspective of Hasty as if she’s talking to me, I think I might get confused… I already am, damn.
You're kind of cool but you're like a demon a charming yet sinister fool full of enchanted semen Get your shit together you're just a boy in a bed life doesn't last forever keep it up and you'll be dead. You seem happy, big smiles Pretty teeth, so deceiving The more you let me see of you The more I realize you're just like me There is something about you Your personality, searching me I need you in my life, but you will leave If you see the darkness devouring me You're just a slab of nothingness trying to be something something you are or maybe something you're not You need a big slap in the face not a chair in the back stand up and be a man wake up, stand up, and grow up Grimm! What do you see in me anyway What makes you keep coming around Are you really that desperate for company Are you really as hopeless as me You have a family, you have a life And yet you genuinely seem to care Maybe you just want to fuck me But really....I think you love me How could I love you I don't love losers I like you because you give me something to laugh at Maybe that's a lie maybe I'm just a kind person maybe I'm too kind maybe I should protect myself and go away You look put together, but you're a mess You bite your nails, and laugh too much I don't need a mother if that's why you're here I don't want to be judged or condemned I talk a big game, yep and act one too I have a confident smirky smile I know you like But you don't seem enchanted or mesmerized Because without words you see me, the reality Ok just shut up and stop talking Valente or should I say, WALL you are a wall and walls don't speak You are beautiful just the way you are GRIMM!!!!!!
Ok I was done but she stole my notebook, after a struggle, a meagre one because she’s so small and I was gentle with her, and she wrote that last line. She’s a sweetheart, and yeah, I think she’s also sadder than she tends to reveal.
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