in your lies on sheets
of defining moments
i used to become
in waves at night
to tango with you
sway with time like rhymes on edge
songs i used to sing before falling from your bed
on knees at night like shadows before echoes
in scream i call for you and i
to become instead of be
rhyme instead of free my mind from you before i
like quiet nights, men like knights
stealing ideas from fairytales we only dream of
in essence i fight for—
yet i lay in tune
in sullen hues
purple from windows i used to dream from
which fades to blue and pinks and hey’s
from bathrooms with doors ajar
like jars of your coffee beans on tuesday morning
i reminse on men i used to love
because love is what it was
but not what it’s now
and we’re all too busy living in the past
to realize it was then
this is now
and i call for you from years ago
but do you come running
no
because life moves on and so do i
we no longer use we for i
and this song is shut
like your eyes at night
you and i
we quite never made sense
but that was the beauty
of how it all ends
and light comes in
August 2018
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I always cherish moments in the aftermath, never truly understanding their impact twined with my life experience in that very second. And to me, that is a beautiful realization.
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i’m dying in agony
not because of pain
but to feel your face
on a sunday eve
while dancing in the rain
is it all an aesthetic
how i dreamt it to be
instead of screaming in the kitchen
about what we’re about to eat
and how you’re throwing fists
in the air
at me
it’s what i tell my kids
about how i met their dad
and the story of how we met
differs from reality
we die for a picture
to be in purpose with fine details
instead of fine lines
we’re dancing on fine lies
of how we’re supposed to be
yet i am just
in a moment
defining myself
in exact detail
far from flowers
of a sunday morning
where people scribe their life for fits
in desire with a tune of perspective
of others
welcome to reality
where we are where we’re supposed to be
defining ourselves for people
who don’t matter
and we’re all just
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In error I find truth, in you I found a place; and in all of this, I found nothing but nothingness. Contentment in my own gain and movement without seeing your face. Doubt where I knew I was wrong. We grow to exceed in our own self worth and in error we find our greatest truths.
