But This Is Only In My Head, Of Course

“They don’t do it the way they used to,” I mutter to myself

I rip the bedsheets into uneven halves

Tearing each thread with everything I have left

But this is only in my head, of course

For I am too mild for anger

Yet too harsh for joy

I’m actually at the edge of my bed

And I don’t want to be the mess I always am

I still can’t get it right

I still can’t crack the code

I still don’t do it the way I used to

I never could, anyways

But this is only in my head, darling

Of course it is.



Just like the cool kids

I quiver with time

Finding the circle

I step on my denim

And fall to my shoes

And then I turn back

I’d like to give due credit for this piece to “1979”, the beautiful ode to youth by the evergreen Smashing Pumpkins. As time fades, so does our youth, but never our denim.