was wrong.
shifting,
warm,
fried and floral.
i drove
at dawn
listening to concerning eye
remembered how you laughed
like you've never been
scared
before.
it was never the same
after the accident...
you professed
love
for a god
you didn't even acknowledge
the week before
a blanket,
a ruse.
forced the harvest hand;
and the lost
always
find a way
to become a loss
you weren't one for goodbyes
just some really good stories left behind
some books you called friends
some paintings you called children
words.
words.
words.
words never saved a fucking thing
not anyone,
not mine, yours
or theirs.
it was another day
just a happy song
broken into sad parts
as i drove
into
the dusk.
NB @ 10:04 AM
5 Comments:
you are honing your craft.
this is really, really good.
How can you forget when the pain is so exquisite you can't help but to remember?
the title means more when you open your eyes and see that your past is stalking your present to ruin your future
such wonderful, voiceferous barbs tossed over this well built wall of anonymity.
i eat them with my hot chocolate.
i am going to start referring to myself as "pants" because i don't want to be confused with the other anonymousers.
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