Love o love o careless love...
I have seen the sharpened blade, the scraping of the mirror, the empty bottles that point
Towards an escape of these waking affirmations of Life unlived and unwanted
Mental repercussions that plague the Dystrado
The urge to maintain Life
Falls by the wayside with these visions of empty drawers, beds, closets, white walls devoid of pleasure
Was there ever something there?
So hard to recall those feelings of bliss,
Contentment
Words that hold no meaning outside of the sleeping self
Settling down with grim acceptance
Awaking with sorrowful rememberances
How can one be expected to shuffle on against such adversaries?
And that vision of loveliness will wait on my doorstep
And smile that crooked smile
And I'll feel all the hurt and pain of the past weeks wash away
As we settle in for demured conversations
Over nothing of particular importance
And that happiness, it's real, true
And, as he leaves, fleeting
The silence after the snap of the deadbolt seems to suffocate
Minutes,
Hours,
Days
Just sitting in the drugged daze of wonderment
Were those feelings really lost to me?
And how can they be so eager to resurface for that one
One who dragged them down in the first place?
And you always say you're coming back,
Another day, another space
A farewell embrace that lingers for just too long
And all I can think is
'What did you expect...'
-~-~-~-
It was pouring out of me, had to release it into the stratosphere somehow. Maybe I should get a rocket next time...?
No way of knowing if she's ever coming back,
No way of knowing if I care or not...
Towards an escape of these waking affirmations of Life unlived and unwanted
Mental repercussions that plague the Dystrado
The urge to maintain Life
Falls by the wayside with these visions of empty drawers, beds, closets, white walls devoid of pleasure
Was there ever something there?
So hard to recall those feelings of bliss,
Contentment
Words that hold no meaning outside of the sleeping self
Settling down with grim acceptance
Awaking with sorrowful rememberances
How can one be expected to shuffle on against such adversaries?
And that vision of loveliness will wait on my doorstep
And smile that crooked smile
And I'll feel all the hurt and pain of the past weeks wash away
As we settle in for demured conversations
Over nothing of particular importance
And that happiness, it's real, true
And, as he leaves, fleeting
The silence after the snap of the deadbolt seems to suffocate
Minutes,
Hours,
Days
Just sitting in the drugged daze of wonderment
Were those feelings really lost to me?
And how can they be so eager to resurface for that one
One who dragged them down in the first place?
And you always say you're coming back,
Another day, another space
A farewell embrace that lingers for just too long
And all I can think is
'What did you expect...'
-~-~-~-
It was pouring out of me, had to release it into the stratosphere somehow. Maybe I should get a rocket next time...?
No way of knowing if she's ever coming back,
No way of knowing if I care or not...