A subtle yellow
peaks from out the barren soil;
life begins again.
A subtle yellow
peaks from out the barren soil;
life begins again.
biting, raw, freezing, damp,
winds so strong
the flame goes out,
a darkened lamp
the storm inside
matches the one out here
with rain, hail, snow, and fear
rampant runs nature’s hell
and time alone
will soon be the one
to tell
I spent the whole day remembering
so many little things I forgot
and then I spent the night wondering
where my life went off track.
Was it when I turned my back
on what I’d always known
or when I fell right into
your smile, your laugh, your lies?
I think back to a simpler time
and I know things weren’t so simple
and I think back to life divine
and know it was all in my head.
When did I forget
exactly who I am
and when will I remember
how to be her again?
Your torturous weapon
made of plastic teeth
will haunt my dreams
with constant grief.
For my own good,
this you always say,
but that comb is the devil
in every single way.
I can’t even find a star
to guide my way home
but I know in the dark
I’ll be safe;
I can hide
and I can wait
and the black
that surrounds me
like a blanket
will be my light.
I knew what you wanted
by the look in your eye
but somehow I knew
it wasn’t happening tonight
so as I walked away
you made your move
and stopped me before
I had the chance to disapprove.
Something about
that look in your eye
moved me to tears
as I let out a sigh.
A sucker for maidens
and damsels in distress
all it took was mere minutes
before you were undressed.
I know that tomorrow
I won’t look you in the eye
as I scurry from your warmth
and form my next lie.
Was it worth it for you
to succumb to the night
when we both knew what
this would look like in the light?
Watching you sleep
is my favorite dream;
as you slumber peacefully
my heart bursts at the seam.
Soon when you wake
my dream will come true
since you’ll be in my arms
and the day will dawn anew.
I am always waiting,
thinking of the next best thing.
Oh, but here you are.
Does she know your favorite song?
Not the one by Drake
but the one you put on repeat
that summer we spent at the lake.
Does she know you hate your boss
but love your job?
And when you think of quitting
you go to the bathroom to sob.
Does she know the story
of the scar on your knee?
Or did you tell her the short version
you tried to tell me?
Does she know that look
that pierces right through
and uncovers every lie
turning it into truth?
Does she know that smile
is just hiding the tears
or that once upon a time
I helped you fight your fears?
Does she know my name
or that I even exist?
Does she know that my charm,
you couldn’t resist?
Does she know the reason
why you walked away?
‘Cause I’d love to hear
what you never did say.
How long has it been
since last we spoke?
A year, a week, a decade
at most.
I remember a time
when not a day passed by
without an emoji from you
or a simple sigh.
Hard to believe
that bond we once shared
disappeared as fast
as our fire flared.
I still think on us
time and again
and wonder where life
begins and ends
and I think in another life
we could have been
friends.