the worst part is i knew all along.
i knew what would happen to me after i left.
the feeling started in my wrists.
it gradually made it to my palm.
then it crawl up to my fingertips.
it wasn’t a sharp pain.
more like a reminder what i was leaving.
i’ve gotten that feeling time and time again.
i’ve since just rolled my fingers.
occasionally cracking my knuckles.
before i reminisce.
when you open your eyes in the early hours of the morning
you’ll see more gray clouds then you did the day before yesterday
just remember why i fought for you
woke me up in the night
your cold hands
kept me from leaving this war behind
fight for rights that we lost
died in my
oh i need it
why dont you leave me alone
it just seems to work
thats just how we felt
just like the time i left you asleep
eyes never blink or cry for me again
and in all
there was nothing left
so cry and weap as the sun goes to sleep
left to you and me
the new faded majority
its a lost word.
its just a placeholder.
like spaces in sentences.
a year since i knew you.
a year since i wondered about the future.
a year since i prepared.
nothing stops moving.
a constant buzz fills my ears.
the sun hits me.
if only i could go back and stop you.
love is a word that has a meaning that changes every second of your life.
the vodka hits the bottom of your glass,
you’re on the floor in a state of mind that i don’t understand,
so wake me up in the morning behind the back of the bar,
because the world moves too fast for us to fall.
and when the world pushes back and we’re bound to fall
– the last push for those of us who need too much of everything and nothing at all.
gives me all the cravings,
the savings of the pitiful,
and the tablets dissolve.
wish away the lust,
and all the withdraw
-sleep tight with the fight that will end us all