the very spit from
my mouth,
like lava or hot
shreds of steel,
comes out to sear whoever happens to pass
me on this fucked up day
love understands no one,
while no one understands in return
what drives their weak hearts
to beat to someone else's footsteps
I need not a heart
to be ruler of my body
rip this obscure slimy of
cartilage from my chest
to return my solace
maybe then my eyes can
gain back definition, rather
than a dull nothingness,
grey clouds built up, massed
sustenance never seemed
so simple,
just a jump away onto
the icy surface, only
to feel it give way
as my idea of
solitude does when
it catches the sun in
any female eye showing
affection -
realize, realize the mistake
late to the surface
the message already sent
on a whim,
the orange lamppost,
I'll blame him, for
making the water so
inviting in that foggy
moment I gave into
love's fatal trap
seeing them all united,
leads me to believe in hope
as I watched alongside
I enjoyed it, yet
afterwards here I think
what it takes to strive
for this
I think of what a day
could hold
it is not for me to decide,
but hope?
I have decisions but none made
alone?
no, a heart cannot
rule this body of mine
love had its time to
bury alive my ambition,
I'll step away, into
my own form of night,
with but a lamppost to
glow on my face
