a footprint, a shadow, a mark of the tide
i’ve said goodbye a million times
but i never feel free
perhaps its still your breath on me
a scar, a signature, a fingerprint
you left your mark that i live with
i’ll always say goodbye
until i rub away this thing inside
you don’t hold me down
actually, i don’t ever look back
you are just a weight
that i carry on my back
until someone lifts it off
or it catches on a cross
You slowly crawl where there are no treads
While clocks tick singing for the dead
Leaving a trail of venom as your wake
An art that you so kindly partake
As a sun that lights and burns
You create that sensation of falling
Leaving emptiness, to yearn
That the heart will someday stop falling
There’s a heaviness in the air
Or just them that I breathe, that’s fair
Wrapped like sunlight in the morning
But not free, not live, not breathing
You leave, seething, burning
To your far off destination
Hidden under white wings
And burying mine
is it aftershock?
or regret?
for some reason
i still feel the hole that you left
my blistered skin still shudders
wet under the gentle rain
falling from the sky of my eyes
down to my windowpane
just leave, just leave
you had me too long deceived
just leave, just
and all i want is peace
i’d like to forget
the me that can’t forget
i’d like to forget
and see what’s next
is it cruel irony?
that love doesn’t die
even after
the fire of a lie?
When friendship is a formality, then what’s the fucking point
of presenting any kind of face to you
of showing anything other what has become the truth
What’s the point of any presentation?
I don’t live in illusions
I don’t lay near you
Do you mind
That I ever crawl into your mind
Like a buried mess underneath the bed
As you do, mine
To cope, I used to dream
I fantasized of made amends
But a dream deferred is as good as dead
And the seed grows old and red
Whe you give a little, and lose a lot
You lose everything you keep inside
Concrete cars, and boarded boxes
Everything you tried to hide
i think clearly when I’m on my knees
when the world becomes much bigger than me
and the only thing that reaches my eyes
is the ground that I despise
A shout,
A shy,
A dish,
A die,
The hours pass by
But I pay them no heed.
The time does not return to me,
Though sometimes we return to time
A mark,
A spark,
A time,
A bind,
The chances slip by
Though I have much need.
The cushion of routine sets in,
This light is slowly growing dim
I must survive
Sink
or
Swim.
eyes shut, heart weak
the lips could move
if you could speak
instead your heart carries
questions, and questions
up to sky, to the prairies
mouthing words
why? why?
even as you lay
to die
God, where are you?
where’s your touch
i never really asked for much
once growing, now growing weak
as the body turns on itself
life becomes a hell
why do I go like this?
slapped in the face
when asked for God’s kiss
mouthing words
why? why?
even as you lay
to die
God, where are you?
where’s your touch
i never really asked for much
sweet ocean. or salty?
the ebbing and flowing tide, the constant but unpredictable nature. you never fall behind. i am always standing at the shoreline, gazing out into the sea. sometimes i go in, the water up to my knees.
is it fear? is it apathy?
that keeps me here.
keeps me near the shore.
i will never drown, but i will never swim.
is there still happiness within this frame?
as the waves erase the names.
