Someone I Used To Know

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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

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