growing resentful

10/19/2010

gatsby's light blinked green to black,
yours blinks green to gray.
i can only reach out to you online
but when i talk, you seldom stay.

gatsby lost daisy to her pride
head too big for golden curls
she was not to be bound by love
but wrapped in strands of pearls.

you will be wrapped in boys' arms
and showered in borrowed beer.
see, money is not an object for you,
until you look to me, sincere.

sincerity is what daisy lacked,
she denied her feelings true.
if you keep denying me, do you
doubt what will happen to you?

jordan was a boyish girl,
daisy listened to her every word.
you and all your girly boys
make it hard for me to be heard.

gatsby gave dear daisy space
as he became the best he could.
i study, run and primp myself,
but it appears to do no good.

to keep that space and keep that love
is certainly no strong feat,
and who knows if i still turn you on?
at least my memory of you is sweet.

nick was naive and often lost,
but he tried to make things right.
he did what he could for gatsby,
but daisy extinguished his light.

i hold true to what i once knew,
and perhaps i'm just as naive,
but this sweet and perfect love i had
is all that i'll believe.

their story is lost in booze and jazz,
depression, lust and dread.
gatsby loved his daisy so
and gatsby ends up dead.