wrestled the angel for more than a name

  By the times you’ve lied

And those I’ve been ignored,

My well-being dismissed

And my body wanting more

  By the times you demeaned me

And those you thought me less,

My concerns disregarded

And my mind left in distress

  By the times you neglected me

And those that I’ve been scorned,

My eyes a deluge of reproach

Evidence that,

Regardless of beauty,

Everything eventually

A buzz in the wind.

No bee

No reason

Just whirring

Confusion

And the empty realization

That our senses

Our intention is finer

And more resolute

Is so incredibly difficult

When faith in the intangible

Feels like a hopeless grip

My seconds are just passing by,

And this terminable existence

But this happiness

Seems much too empty,

And this disbelief

That eventually

I will

Find myself

On the

Edge, just

Waiting for

Some kind

Yet the words seem vague

And intangible in my own.

Perhaps they just could not see

Your truth

Or perhaps

I’m not quite sure where exactly,

I noticed that the feet taking

Me to strange places

Were not my own.

I looked around where they left me standing

And realized that I was unbelievably

Who is well-versed in the truth.

She will sell your soul for a hardened tale

Of a lying, thieving crook

Who told me I could have his love,

Of forgetting all the seconds together.

Wasted, well-spent; however you choose to call them,

Is just an empty promise

Of love, laughter, and light,

But it never gives us

When, relatively, we are still better off.

Perhaps we may feel less significant,

But no one can ever measure

On all that could have been

But never realizing

How wonderful

The path behind you

Now maybe nothing truly is.

My attempts at my ill-found fate

Have left me with the numbing knowledge

That I cannot be anything more