my last statement
Guardian angels spill their wrists, the river pours down over the flower tops. Blood red daises are the brightest in color and easiest for your eyes to penetrate. The powerful skeptic behind the heavy wooden door plays it off as another helpless advance at death. Feeding the flowerbed with her love of a switchblade, it is the only way to escape. It’s too late for regrets as her knees land, pushing the snow off the pavement. Now all she wants is her last picture to be painted of flying rainbows, not of her family cursing at her body lying in the crimson and white snowfall. ___________________________________________________________________
I guess it inevitable for some things in life to happen the way they do. Thought my days of writing about my heart were over. Thought I outgrew everything. But the truth it’s not so easy to forget and forgive everything I have said to you in the past few months. My heart tells me one thing and my mouth does nothing to support it. I am helplessly torn between you, you and you with nowhere to turn. Everything I say is wrong and everything I feel isn’t enough cause my tongue speaks lies even when I don’t mean to say them. My whole life is one big fictional image of something that I want it to be. Reality is something that I lost along time ago and sometimes I feel as if it will never return. But I better realize that this is not a story, because I’m alone and you’re truly gone.
I’m alone and all I have left is screaming through my ears that it’s not enough to stay awake for the next day. My heart is broken even though I did the breaking. Someday could we go out for lunch and ill have you bring some glue? So maybe we could put this back together, the pieces of me/you.
-Jonathan Charles Morbach-