She slumps down under running water,
fully clothed.
Tears blend.
Missing a newfound part
meant to become whole.
Bloodbath.
He finds the significance of her silence
pooling around the drain.
A part of him dies too,
a part waiting to be actualized
now departed.
Time isn't linear
and they stay in the rain
for days,
only a blink of the eye.
They're forever lost to each other,
only memories left to recover.
Layers of separation,
on the outside looking in.
Trying to forge new paths
but finding only
long corridors, glass walls.
I can see it all,
but there's a blockage.
I'm so close to a breakthrough;
I'm not afraid of shattered glass.
Something always holds me back.
There's beauty in the longing,
inspiration in the beauty.
I'm not meant to reach the end,
not yet.
Waiting for the right time
to shatter the glass.
I brush my boots
all the same.
Wait for me,
or not.
Promise I'm good,
not too far gone.
Let Gabby tell you,
finish the bottle.
No consequences
until the sunlight,
my greatest foe
never seen me quite right.
Oh hello, old friend.
Can you see me if I burn bright?
Can you see me?
Valour on your mind,
call a car, oh yeah.
I'm doing just fine.
Don't have to wait for me,
promise.
You are the tiger I ride
to the edge of the world,
deep into the night.
And if this is all fantasy
I'll die in ecstasy
five times tonight,
beautiful deaths under the moonlight;
reading the stars and
following lines older than time;
ravaged by sins and
forsaking the sunlight.
Old flames ignite
spontaneously from the ashes.
Silence shattered in favour of
synergy,
making way for long hours spent
dancing between disbelief and
anarchic fervor.
Let anger burn bright,
front and center.
I'll pull the wool further down
over my eyes
and let our spark
consume everything.
Your flame brands me;
I'm forever marked.
Oh so fine, crafted lies
telling myself all the time.
What's this chemical
on my mind?
Falling down a pipeline,
who's asking?
Someone I can't recognize,
stuck in the pines.
My heart grows weaker
with every beat.
Counting down
to the unknown.
Muted tongues don't
mean the words they speak.
Sadness behind smile lines.
Don't ask for specifics,
can't quite say why.
Get the bag, get the ring.
Dropping vowels like
dropping keys,
nothing specific, missing me.
Clenching jaw like crooked spine
wish you well, wish you mine.
I won't sleep tonight.
I'm a mess of chemicals and memories
prohibiting any sort of slumber.
I have no one to share my inner-most
something something,
anything.
Alone in the dark,
waiting for the light to come
and wash clean another day
of unfulfilled haste
as I malinger here,
my present state:
Waiting.
I have so much to say
but no voice
and no taste to extrapolate.
I'm a dial tone on my way to the receiver.
Silence.
Call me out,
please.
At what point did I
stop owing you and
start owing myself?
Find some grace from
love all around and
christen my new life.
Just because I could wait forever
doesn't mean I should.
And I can't,
so I won't.
And that'll be that.
Bloody nose
from the cold
we let things go
feels like years ago
The river runs lonely
no stranger to being alone
There was a day when I had it all
everything I could ever need,
all of you,
sitting beside me.
Watched as that day slipped by
I didn't even realize all that I had lost,
barely blinked an eye.
Now I'm haunted, so haunted by you
memories flood in, I don't know what to do
I'm haunted, so haunted by the thought of you
everything that fell away drags me back down
I steer clear of what I know still lingers
and I'm dodging more than ever before.
I see you everywhere and nowhere at all;
lost sight, left with such long walks home.
My heart's not in it, nowhere at all.
I'm haunted, so haunted by the ghost of you.
Never in my life have I been so scared,
tell me what to do.
I'm six hundred miles down, so lost without you;
an invariable train-wreck, off the tracks.
I don't know what to do.
I'm the lonesome dew
mourning each new day without you.
The darkness washed away the moon.
There was a death that night,
every night.
Followed his hands
then your own,
but found no flesh.
He walked into the forest.
Leans in, doesn't waiver.
An indecipherable smile ensues
right on cue.
Glances like,
what's this now?
Who knows.
Understandable inquiry
with no answer in sight.
Who knows, lets go.
It's all fun and games until,
don't say it.
It's all fun and games.
Skin on skin on
weathered fabric.
I smell dust bunnies.
Let us exchange
nothing more than
time and digits:
I'm not picky.
Not like I was longing
for someone else
all night...
Thin walls, shaking
though not scared.
I'm not really sorry.
Maybe I'll see you again,
wither away some time
together.
A familiar scent,
though it used to resonate
on my skin.
I'm forming new bridges,
would you like to cross?
Trips to facilities needed,
desired.
A more delicate touch
found to be enticing.
Beats on floors on
hands on braids,
and I'm pulling the ropes.
Hoping for someone else to
call the shots.
