Oh, how the daylight blinds.
young eyes; residing on
a monochrome sky,
the windshield- a reflection of
the multitude of colors
in bloom inside this skull, unkempt, uncombed,
and telephone poles,
silver statues, looking, reaching
for a fabled heaven, the soft, the
silent prayer for rain,
those old forgotten faces that
tend to float away (don't float away)
to float on, so continue your life.
Nowadays these
bones are cold, pale skin
of snow is thin enough,
cheeks white just like the porcelain
she threw at the door,
outside it starts to pour,
inside she's begging you for more,
pleading for those late night eyes,
but young, dumb love
long ago ran dry.
So you run, get into the car,
while inside the house she cries,
racing through the small town streets
to the park, until reflection meets
your sight, and now you finally see
that you've become the someone
you'd never want to be.
Now water gently,
quietly,
peacefully,
like you've laid down in those
pinks and those yellows,
collapsed into the embrace
of a sunrise, of lukewarm eyes,
like you've accepted
the inevitability
of it all, we all know
our own fate.
we all know
our own ways.
There are no unintended tragedies,
no half-assed mistakes, we're all
on our own, we all
hold our own, hold our hearts
in cracked hands, only to recklessly
throw them around, again and again
and throw them away
yet again.
(everything you do
makes me smile
and I hate that.)
Sometimes it's like
the whole world's fallen asleep,
slipped from lucidity,
slipped into a dream and
left me,
yearning,
hurting for some late night
company, I hate this green feeling,
this envy of the final free fall,
the descent into
a deep big blue,
a necropolis under the sea.
Goosebumps fell thick on your
stagnant shoulders,
encompassing the briskness,
the coolness, the
crispness of the air, of the
winter atmosphere, with
chimney smoke, like
warm, tentative breaths in the forest,
billowing grey, and
slowly dissipating over the
worn horizon, like
Monday's hello
or Tuesday's goodbye,
prolonged, prologued embrace,
a half-hidden smile,
stale attempts at conversation,
and brand new
skinny red love
and brand new
skinny red line,
all of these things; simply
whisked out of sight, simply
whisked out of
mind.
All that I loved; simply
whisked out of sight, simply
whisked out of
mind.
