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You could be happy,
While the sky is blue,
and the sea whispers,
of things untrue.
But you're so far now,
And I'm left with your clothes,
and they smell so sweet,
but you don't know.
You could be happy,
Painting your gold heart grey,
and pretending that
the tears are rain.
But the paint soon cracks,
Like your heart split and broke,
I'm writing for you,
but you don't know.
You could be happy,
while I tear out my heart,
you tear your work down
and then restart.
But you're painting dreams,
and they come to you slow,
I dream about you,
but you don't know.
You could be happy,
But I'll always be here,
remembering us,
holding us dear.
But there's no life now,
with our skin like snow,
no more memories,
death all we know.
While the sky is blue,
and the sea whispers,
of things untrue.
But you're so far now,
And I'm left with your clothes,
and they smell so sweet,
but you don't know.
You could be happy,
Painting your gold heart grey,
and pretending that
the tears are rain.
But the paint soon cracks,
Like your heart split and broke,
I'm writing for you,
but you don't know.
You could be happy,
while I tear out my heart,
you tear your work down
and then restart.
But you're painting dreams,
and they come to you slow,
I dream about you,
but you don't know.
You could be happy,
But I'll always be here,
remembering us,
holding us dear.
But there's no life now,
with our skin like snow,
no more memories,
death all we know.
Literature
Good Night
it started with “good night”
and the way you stopped saying it
and I told myself it was because
you were too tired
too weary
too worn
and I made it okay
then I stopped being your “good morning”
and everyone else saw you first
and I told myself it was because
you were too busy
too popular
too distracted
and I made it okay
now it ends with “good bye”
and it's not a cry for attention or a ploy for your love
you can tell yourself it's because
I'm too needy
too jealous
too much
but I gotta make it, okay?
Literature
A Moment
Place your hand over mine
Look me in the eye
Open my soul up and
Let it all unwind
Leave me dangling from a string
Wrapped around you, wrapped around my heart
Stretching, pulling,
Snapping
So what are you and I gonna do, my dear?
Literature
favor me
i am notorious for picking apart my wounds,
my carefully-concealed, ripped-open wounds.
our lips touch and our knees touch
and you sleep with your head resting against mine.
you tied our hearts together with gardening twine,
started cultivating a garden in the cracks in my exterior
and i am rubbing salt into them,
filling them with the sting of vodka,
dressing them with battery acid
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I really like the second stanza, purely because I believe smell is one of our nostalgic senses and I had a friend who used to say I had a nice "house smell" so this kind of brought all that back.
The tears in the rain; also quite evocative.
The tears in the rain; also quite evocative.