i wish i could play guitar
piano
sing
so these poor mans sad words
would have some worth
but ill just sit here at my computer
at our table
worthless
worthless
alone
cigarettes and jamesons
cut the earth from below me
burn out the skys above
i am forever in you
and that is the place ill rest
with a smile on my face
and regret in my hands
a man cannot possibly see the footprints of those
that are coming into his life
so are you advancing
or are you just here to leave
lay me down
in your ballad full of snow
ill not rise
till you text me awake
neither of us
will be surprised
theres snow on the ground again she said
so much so
you cant see the footprints of ghosts
its not the footprints that scare me i reply
its their voices
i’m still licking wounds
that are not mine
face to face?
lies to lies.
truth, to truth ….
It’s so beautiful and strange how when you’re so wrapped up in someone, you just don’t see their face, they’re just this amorphous fleshy blob that you love for all they can be and even all they aren’t.
It isn’t till that spotlight you’ve shone on them fades, that you begin to notice things, the problems, the cracks, even their face.
And after it’s all come tumbling down, crashing and burning, that months later, you dig up the courage to look over all those photos, and then you notice, it’s just a face, a face you used to love and hate, and move worlds for, is nothing more than ink on paper, pixels in the void.
happiness is as weird to write about
as it is to feel
i had a great pint of cider today
it was cold
good bubbles
not too sweet
and you weren’t there
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