Category: poem

is it a familiar feeling when your hands touch my skin
does it bring remembrance or a sense of dread
how old are you now that you forget yourself
draped in a mystery we wanted to pretend
hopeful in values you seem to believe
shouting graceful lullabies to passerby’s
so wound up on lithium you can’t cry
the truth still hurts when it’s hidden
your open wounds leave much to be desired
with a bleeding heart over a dying fire
who would let the sun go now
it was barely noon when you lied down
i can feel something if i try hard enough
but you give up when it doesn’t work immediately
like a locked groove i keep running into you
bound to be repeating the ending till you take me off
put on another one of your favourites

if i took you by the hand
would you give me your trust
spoke a language you could understand
make it easier to adjust

contact was made so long ago
was it worth fighting for
chasing that neon glow
what a thankless war

it’s time you listen to me now
i’ll get us out of here
i’ve got the know-how
a way to make us disappear

i could present you
with irrefutable proof
spill my own blood
just to drive it home
scream at the top of my lungs
to fall on your deaf ears

but what’s worse
is that lies come by
from blood older then you
it becomes gospel over my plea
every sentence riddled with deceit
what will it take for you to believe me

i want to give up
but i can’t find a way
everytime i try
i find something else to relay
but it gets swept up
when the wind decides to change

who am i but the new blood
with you in your set ways

i never looked up
up into the sky
didn’t find an interest
trying to decipher the stars
when my sign showed up
i could never recognize
mercury in retrograde
the milky way was just a haze
but i would never subscribe
to the lies of a scorpio
falling over my field of view
poisoning my blood
until the change of the tides
comes up and moves me
to the other side
taking me up in the morning
where your skin can hide
but the sting always resides

we were young
what happened
did we do something tragic

can i recover
if you come up
don’t seek a new lover

i could turn
at any moment
try not to be frightened

who you see
is not to be trusted
let alone allowed to leave

scare up something
a story of a new king
what ever you can sing

though it hurts
know that it gets worse
over a short period of time

lined up against you
go ahead and pick a new beau
one that shines brightly

evidence held back
presented in a bottle
opened up full throttle

does what you recieved
come with a guarantee
of pure satisfation