Category: poem

i’d breathe for you
if you wanted me to
i’d share my lungs
for as long as you need

i’d bleed for you
if you wanted me to
take every cut deep
until the pain resides

i’d cry for you
if you wanted me to
you’d never shed a tear
but still feel remorse

i’d live for you
if you wanted me to
even after you leave
i would keep going on

i’ll push it off
but it always catches up
trying to get me
to bring me down
time to cut it out
find a new rhythm
beating myself up
over nothing
if i could take you aside
gather what i need
tell you what i feared
you could finally see

shadows on the wall
of what once was
but their gone now
left as soon as the sun rises

better to be seen without
don’t need the attention
best before march
or the last initiation

never wanted it all
so i had a taste
don’t have a craving
just feel like it was a waste

maybe i’ll feel better
observing new frequencies
keep following the spectrum
of past interactions

i felt it most of the time,
why can you hear it?
i won’t take it for face value,
is that how you perceive it?
i threw out what i had,
does that make you miss it?

i can’t place it – the time it took for you to forget.

i don’t blame you.

it’s a true sentiment.
the lack of it.

just another summer gone.
just another year to learn.

but i don’t blame you.

i’ve got it under control.
i’ll run across you – when i find the time to.

stumble over my words, with fresh eyes.
but those are old wounds, they’ve healed.

in all fairness – i knew it after i stepped back.
i could see you – scared and tired.

soon it’ll just be the distant past.
let’s keep our thoughts in the future.

i miss them
those rare nights
the last one at the fire
whose soul died hours ago
embers glowing slowly
the slight crackle
every now and again
the rustle from the wind
running through the trees
the flutter of bats
soaring the sky
where the moonlight
acts as a second sun
illuminating the area
glimmering off the lake
with it’s soft tides
gracing the sandy beaches
striking the stone piers
the gravel under my feet
scraping the bedrock underneath
i hear a loon call out
deep in the thick of the lake
echoing through the grounds
the sun will rise soon
but now the night dwindles
as i rise up to retire
the cold strikes my body
as i head down the path
to my single tent
as dawn breaks
i take it all in
i cherish it

is it easier to ignore the constant hum
that manifests itself deep inside your skull
immune to the distractions you face
nothing helps to drown it out

is it better still to pretend to be ill
like your stomach hasn’t had a hard enough time
filling it with lies will never subside the hunger
that eats away at your intestines

is it hard to swallow the truth
best to ignore the proof that lies in front of you
the notes and allegations that present themselves
maybe holding your breath will do

is it like the old times now
with the past being brought up so much
it feels like repetition is the key
that will guide you to complacency

know that i found them
a way to stop the hum
a cure for a fake sickness
an understanding of the truth
how to break out of complacency

it just takes a turn of heart