as if
i knew what the hell i meant
half the time i open my mouth
and words fall out
like plastic pearls
as if
as if
these words actually stood for something
something with resonance with heart
something that plucked at the many strings
of my very being
as if
as if
i were an instrument and i could be played
like a wonderful melody inside a golden dome
a shining immaculate place where no one could hear
and all echoes were lost
as if
as if
i could scream at the top of my lungs
and really really be heard
and someone could rescue me
from the confines of myself
as if
as if
this poem would ever really end
obviously you don't even know me
at least not well
but then again who does
as if
as if
you love me you say
but you've never really seen me
it's not that i can't be loved
just not in that particular way
as if