it is time
time to sit alone
to lay
to lay in an abyss
an abyss of your love
your grief
your sorrow
your pain
to let it all in
to let it all out
......
THE WALK DOWN THE ROAD
HAS ALWAYS FELT VERY ODD
THE PAVEMENT CRACKED SHOWING ITS OLD
OUR LOVE WAS VALUED LIKE GOLD
YET ALL I HAVE ARE YOUR MEMORIES
OF ALL THOSE NIGHT LOVE STORIES
KARMA DOESN’T ACCEPT APOLOGIES
THEY SAY WE WERE TOO YOUNG TO HAVE SUCH STRATEGIES
......
does knowing me more lead to loving me less?
each word that i whisper feels like a confession,
each layer i peel leaves me brittle, exposed,
as if love were a wound that i’ve over-disclosed.
i watch as your eyes, once soft as the dusk,
harden like mirrors, reflecting my rust.
the crows in my chest take flight without warning,
their wings beat a dirge for a love that’s still mourning.
......
SCARS ON ME ARE SCARS ON YOU
THATS ARE ALL I HAVE ON ME FROM YOU
HOW I WISH THEY FADE INTO THE SKIN
BUT THESE ARE LOVE TATTOOS
LEFT TO DISTINGUISH ME AMONGST FOOLS.
Life full of grievances and prejudice,
He was young, broken, and fragile.
Crying under the sheets every night,
Who was he going to blame this time?
Life had been miserable once every while.
He was begging and grovelling for someone to reach out this time,
Anyone would be just fine!
There was no one to stay by his side,
Not for a while or even for the sake of the last time.
He was hoping for someone to come and say,
......
Love always came, but never in my size.
Too big to hold, slipping through my fingers,
or too small, choking me in its seams.
I wore it anyway
patched-up apologies, sleeves too short to keep me warm,
frayed edges where promises unraveled.
I shopped for love in secondhand stores,
digging through racks of discarded affection,
trying on whispers that no longer fit their owners,
......
THE WALK DOWN THE ROAD
HAS ALWAYS FELT VERY ODD
THE PAVEMENT CRACKED SHOWING ITS OLD
OUR LOVE WAS VALUED LIKE GOLD
YET ALL I HAVE ARE YOUR MEMORIES
OF ALL THOSE NIGHT LOVE STORIES
KARMA DOESN’T ACCEPT APOLOGIES
THEY SAY WE WERE TOO YOUNG TO HAVE SUCH STRATEGIES
......
SCARS ON ME ARE SCARS ON YOU
THATS ARE ALL I HAVE ON ME FROM YOU
HOW I WISH THEY FADE INTO THE SKIN
BUT THESE ARE LOVE TATTOOS
LEFT TO DISTINGUISH ME AMONGST FOOLS.
it is time
time to sit alone
to lay
to lay in an abyss
an abyss of your love
your grief
your sorrow
your pain
to let it all in
to let it all out
......
Dew doth drop with gentle hue,
On petals tinged a bashful blue,
As bees swoon to swollen pollen;
I crave back that view to fall in;
‘Tis you, ‘tis you.
As sea kisses the night sky,
Before day doth due the two goodbye,
I lie; a rock on thine tender shore;
And beg thou to crash upon forever more.
......