Life was great
until it wasn't,
was,
and wasn't again.
confused
& bitter.
the clouds
give you a reason to look up,
while I give you a reason to look down.
either way
you're disappointed
& I'm disillusioned.
tomorrow's headache will remind me
of everything
I've left behind.
Wednesday, February 25, 2015
Dumpster Fire
brick by brick
we tear down
the life we created.
the life we asked for.
we were naive
I was naive
grace is a four letter word
and loyalty is extinct
how did we end up in this dumpster fire
who lit the match?
you smell like gasoline
I smell of regret.
Wednesday, February 18, 2015
heavy is the crown
I have nothing to offer you
except recycled pain.
damaged
fragile &
pathetic
We toast to the future
and regret the past
but history repeats itself
and here we are.
Feign a smile
hide the tears
count the days
& dread the years.
You didn't earn this sentence
but you wear it well
You didn't earn this heartache
but you wear it well
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Life,
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self serving saints
I numb my face
with carefully rationed doses of poison
I pretend to be invisible
while you pretend to care
tiresome rhetoric
from self serving saints
everyone needs a hand
until they don't
fall in line
and take a number
I promise we'll get to you
and if we don't,
we'll be here again tomorrow.
with carefully rationed doses of poison
I pretend to be invisible
while you pretend to care
tiresome rhetoric
from self serving saints
everyone needs a hand
until they don't
fall in line
and take a number
I promise we'll get to you
and if we don't,
we'll be here again tomorrow.
Labels:
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Life,
literature,
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