bits and pieces - sorta!spam

hook - poetry

more poetry because i'm inspired and hurt

with the end of cold November

came the end to a tale of a misled heart

i refuse to say that it was two, because

you had played no such part

all the time, through the line

you'd stood by in silence

you knew i was writhing and screaming and crying

and my hands held signs of violence

through the fog that surrounds the fortitude

of a closed - off bitter heart

i tried yelling that i was sorry

but you turned your head in disgust

four calendars have ended since then

their pages ripped and upturned

the question i've asked since then, however,

has had no answer in return

you're everything good in the world, oh angel

with the wind carding fingers in your hair

but we're puzzle pieces with jagged ends

do tell me, is that even fair?

with arms even the strongest can't wrestle

you pushed me far from your grasp

without a chance to redeem myself

and it all hurts so bad, like fucking wasps

it's as clear as crystalline water now

my resolve is breaking, its true

too good doesn't stay long sometimes

for neon pink highs end at vast seas of blue

i've been hurt, i've been pushed

my heart's still bearing fresh wounds

now do tell me, oh summertime sunshine,

why do i keep coming back to you?