Month: March 2019

i used to be like you
solid in my mass
light on my feet
i tumble quickly
towards ensuing trouble
i got out of hand
on more then one occasion
i carried the weight
of demise and destruction
on my back on a daily basis
but i gave it all up
so i could fly above
be closer to the sun
and farther from you
so i don’t bother now
to look down or even back
what’s past and below
will stay that way
until i fall back down
when my blood hardens
and my wings shed
slowly back to you

i kept noticing
the parts of you
were parts of me
altered to fit
the ongoing persona
you kept presenting
for appearances
while i faded
into the background
as the version of you
kept picking appealing pieces
that gauged intrigue
from the selfish crowd
who would abandon
on the first ill sign
your priorities lie
on creating a perfect you
from the broken people
who fell into view
unfortunate for them
to be undone by you

do you listen to old songs
you’ve heard a million times
at different points in life
to find new meanings

or past relationships
with friends and lovers
looking back now
knowing what you know

can you pick out
the one hit wonders
or add another one
to your greatest hits

ripped t-shirt
blue one
yellow lettering
favourite
offered to mend
white thread
cross stitched
tore off
thrown down
got back
two weeks
red thread
zig-zag
don’t wear it
just sits
bottom drawer
collecting nostalgia

how surreal

time fights off
old feelings

where now

does the residue
of memories disappear to

long gone

old recipients
of silver valour

held close

my copper heart
in your fragile fingers

left alone

old scars heal over
but sentiments remain

remembered by those who look onward