whether i ask her again
or just let myself sin
should i cut all of our ties
or just sever my skin from my bones
forgiving the past made
or corrupting the present squandered
i broke down and you were miles away, unknowing.
i’m still falling.
ace mars lest july
poem
whether i ask her again
or just let myself sin
should i cut all of our ties
or just sever my skin from my bones
forgiving the past made
or corrupting the present squandered
i broke down and you were miles away, unknowing.
i’m still falling.
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.
one day
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
in 2185
explosions
woke me up in the night
your cold hands
kept me from leaving this war behind
fight for rights that we lost
and
died in my
sleep
oh i need it
why dont you leave me alone
it just seems to work
but
thats just how we felt
quite comfortable
just like the time i left you asleep
eyes never blink or cry for me again
and all
and in all
there was nothing left
to defend
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.
year
if only i could go back and stop you.
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.
the push,
the shove,
gives me all the cravings,
the savings of the pitiful,
and the tablets dissolve.
wish away the lust,
the pain,
and all the withdraw
-sleep tight with the fight that will end us all