Saturday, August 22, 2009

1day

We are a sad and sorry race
We either adore love or despise it
For how could creatures such as we
Compromise our passions?
The breaths we took together
Clatter in the empty cavities pocketing my skeleton
Stale and hard to swallow,
The ugly truth in my bathroom mirror
The novocaine produced by an active mind
Is blissful

I would give my heart and soul to have you back
And my unraveling mind to keep you away
I would give my eyes and ears to open yours
Or maybe seal them shut
I would give my tongue to hear you speak one more time
I would give my life to keep you silent

It would be so easy to be angry
It would be so easy to fein angelic-ness
It would be so easy to shut myself away
If only it was as easy to move on

Oh, what I would give to forget...
Nothing.

And the worst part is that he doesn't know
And the best part is that he never will
And the truth is that it kills me.

Time carries you away.

1day you'll grow up
1day you'll be ready for love
1day you'll find it
1day will be perfect...

1day,
Was yesterday
And the hell I'm in now,
Well,
thats why its called

2day.

Its my poison.

Wednesday, August 19, 2009

You

It hurts.
It hurt it hurts it hurts.
Why?
Because he's not you.

Pick your poison.
Mine is,
And always will be,

You.

Tuesday, August 4, 2009

Moving On

Waking up and living
Everyday is like waiting
For a panic attack of your love to strike
A bolt of lightning from the past to hit
Somedays and maybes weren't ever enough for me
Laters and tomorrows never cut it
His bullshit workaholic ways just hurt
But your promises
Your questions and interests
They're always more than enough
And when I fall deeper in Love with you
I fall deeper in Love with Us
I'll always be the first and last to admit
That sometimes the tomorrows and maybes,
I miss them
But I'll always be the first and last to reassure you
That I would miss this time
Here with you
Most of all
Moving on is difficult
Every minute tearing at my heart
But you are always there to apply bandages
Kisses and comfort
But most of all perfect understanding
And while you don't think I'm looking
I study your face
And wonder how you became so perfectly you
With all of life's obstacles in the way.

Pick your poison: Wonderment