I thought to feel the way I did
So empty with no drenched desires
Was not the way, I'd wait, but weighted
My choices, overcompensated
Closet voices hide in masks
Emerging over boring tasks
But none lie dormant, all fly free
These memories are the end of me
To be so open, honest, true
For the world to see the real you
In my eyes was never a possibility
With you it was all I seemed to do
I tried my best to acquire such fires
Ended up parroting pixels that long have retired
From bloodied up screens in some cobweb garage
Keep all traces of our past inside of a box
Digging up what I kept just to laugh at some antics
Some clever old wit locked in Cerberus' pit
There are no sticks or stones that come close to my bones
But those lyrics are lying when I'm all alone
For some leonine mane and some leporine gaze
In some sun-kissed bronze strands and a porcelain face
Behind gunmetal eyes where your damage is held
There's a part of your mind that will drag me to hell
I took time to tell you all of my greatest fears
After everything you don't shed a single tear
But if you really believe that there's naught for you here
Come with me and we'll depart as our hearts' mutineers
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Divided Unity
PoetryPoems about various topics in my life. A lot of the early ones...may be about the same thing. Indefinite runtime.
