When I look at you
I don't see my love
The one I used to know
Celui que j'ai connu
You don't look different
but you have changed
I've looked
And I can't find her
I stare into your eyes
And I see a cold gaze
Staring right back at me
This is something new
What do I say to you?
What do you say
To a statue made of stone?
Nothing is good enough
Nothing will shake you
You are Eve
Delilah, Drusilla
Jezebel, Bathsheba
And Death
And sleep is the cousin of death
And I can't stop sleeping
I guess, cause I'm a dreamer
And a dream you keep appearing in
Still goes through my mind
And it's a nightmare
Cause it's not really you
Just a ghost of someone I used to know
And when I wake up
I'm drowned in the scent of the reaper
Telling me that he's taken her
And a fight that I tried to put up
To let go of her I have lost
But I'd rather give it all
Than regret my mistakes
Or felt I'd not put enough work in
Work until I sweat blood
Until my last breath escapes me
Did I put enough work in?
We had strawberries and coffee
Strawberries and coffee on a spring day
A hazy spring day
And the haze hovered o'er my head
As we ate and drank those strawberries and coffee
To have strawberries as sweet as those, or coffee as creamy as that
I guess it's just wishful thinking
And so it's been 2 months since we've last spoken
And 2 months since we looked in each others' eyes
I can now honestly say that I've had enough
I grow older every day not realizing the cause of age
But it's you that's taking away my days
Everyday without you stretches me, wears me, and thins me
I'm trying to make it out of this place that we called love
But the smoke is keeping me from off the ground
Maybe if I stay here
It'll change for the better
But I'd rather die with the animosity built up inside of me
I'll wait but you better hurry
Cause I'm falling asleep again
The deathless death you bring is an assurance of my consciousness from the otherside
Telling me I'm alive and not moved on
YOU ARE READING
The Cosmic Paint Anthology
PoetryOnce in a while, you feel like you don't belong anywhere; you've lost your friend; you want to feel loved. The Cosmic Paint Anthology is a collection of poems and very short stories that delves into themes of belonging, worth and meaning.