May 3
You’re gonna die down there
In her hazel iris
In her dead eye stare
You’ll succumb to the grind
Seedlings growing on the roof
Her hands twisting your mind
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You’re gonna die down there
In her hazel iris
In her dead eye stare
You’ll succumb to the grind
Seedlings growing on the roof
Her hands twisting your mind
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Falling in love felt like an antidepressant. Pooling in my brain. Flowing through my veins. For the first time. The only time. The chemicals rearranging my hard wired inception of discernment. Surpassing the knowledge that things would not work out in the end. All for just a taste of something wonderful. Something magical. I wouldn’t take it back if I could. I wouldn’t do it over either. But I crave it regardless. I want it. I miss it. Butterflies fighting to get out of my belly. To get closer to My Love. As he pushed me further and further away. Left on standby. Because he knows I always stay.
The afterbirth smelled of petrichor
Rain and snow and something new
Stardust in the ethereal nothing
Glacial pacing
Drip dropping dew
From the mountains of our cowering youth
A scatoma forms in the peripheral
A hologram of me and you
Holding hands
For the long dark breath
birdsong lingers in the reflection of you
while clouds persist
on drenching the view
of a love once eager for cyan over blue
the grass grows greener
on the other side of new
playlists and day trips
to enlighten the hue
all the poems
for a meeker new muse
You can’t foresee a chaos dream
when you live it every day
You won’t believe her eyes are green
if they change with a wayward breeze
You should have known the time would come
when the silence outgrew the ease
You could have had a better life
if god would have chosen she
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I guess its just me and you
She got gone again
Another winter
Under the sun
Another spring
Stigmata stung
Poor sweet babe
Love
She gone again
What will we do
How can we go on
When your life is her cue
To get sumthin done
Get back to work
Forget Im the one
Go fuck yourself
You were heaven sent
Until you weren’t
Sweet nothings in my left ear
Changed to garbled insults
Climbing from your throat
Into my childlike mind
So mushy in love
You were never real
You were never kind
You did not heal
You did not find
Me torn to pieces
Dead to the world
Crying for nothing
On the basement floor
Live wires tangled
Reaching like ivy
Up my cellar door
Is all that’s left
For a “man”
Who’s all lore
A “man” so fucking bereft
Of any love of life
Yearning so achingly
For his shoulda been wife
But she left too
So sad and put upon
Such
A
Long
Long
Long
Time ago
little notes left in the neon nothingness
remind me that life is meaningless
i drone and i sway
just petrified wood on display
but i hope and i pray
that the lines that i drop into the ethereal flow
are enough to brighten your dimming glow