You’re no good, it’s well understood

In the dark drill holes of my heart, I believe no one will read my novel.

I think they will think less of me than I do now.

Like Elliot Smith says in his Waltz – “You’re no good, you’re no good, you’re no good, can’t you tell it’s well understood?”

When I can’t sleep the world disintegrates. The small hours squeeze my heart till it races and races, running a marathon of doubt.

I worry that every person who said I was no good was right.

I miss Elliot Smith. We saw him through the window of a coffee shop on the lower east side once. It was the coolest thing. But he’s gone in the worst way possible. Such a talent, such impossible sadness.

I feel better writing about this feeling, my heart has calmed down.

About Andrea

Andrea DeAngelis is at times a poet, writer, shutterbug and musician living in New York City. Her writing has recently appeared in Timeless Tales Magazine, Umbrella Factory and Niteblade. (www.andreadeangelis.com). Andrea also sings and plays guitar in the indie rock band MAKAR (www.makarmusic.com) who are in the midst of recording their third album, Fancy Hercules.
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