Palpitations in Love

Waiting for the Bomb to Drop

What I've gained in experience, I've lost in innocence.

Being beside myself with an odd sense of resonance.

Observing & collecting multiple views of consciousness.

Recollecting what it's supposed to have meant.

Waiting for the bomb to drop ever so patient.

Longing to recapture that wonder, the childlike sense.

But nothing feels the same anymore,

I always seem to be indifferent.

Do it or don't,

Things will change or they won't,

Either way it just fails to provoke

The fire I used to own.

I want to call to arms,

All the love I've shed.

When our memories fill my head,

My synapses try to swim,

But sink or drown instead

Marveling in just how much has changed.

I really want to say it but refrain,

For I can't even begin to explain

The emptiness, the love, the dread , & the pain

It hurts, but I'm numb I'm afraid

I want to erase your name,

Disconnect from what's remained,

Buried inside my being for so long.

The closest I get is writing the same song.

I didn't want to say goodbye.

It still eats me up inside,

That we could've had something strong.

Coms cut off mid transmission,

I sat in silence & listened

Waiting for it all to go wrong.

Waiting for the bomb to drop,

Counting the seconds in between.