A on again, off again, thing.
She stood where love was meant to be And watched its slow demise; Though posed as the embodiment Of fantasies of guys But love is not an image, nor A way we simply feel — It’s only action that can prove If love is really Real
So I don't want to think it anymore...
she was the fix that he had to have, he was the habit she couldn't break; love started out with these feelings, true, then it became just a thing to make everything ends where it didn't start, ground ever shifting beneath our feet: theirs was a love that would never end, another stunning unforeseen defeat
Each step I hear (the water’s edge) The reeds my hand must brush aside What is this slow unchanging love What were those tears (last night) you cried I am the morning light and cold The sun afraid (but still to come) I am the morning silence gray For you have gone and I Am … Continue reading "I Am The Morning"
I am a king here with my brew: A king who has no need of you. When I can press my lips to this What need of I for your lost kiss? A castle I will call this bar: My minions, come from near and far, Are here to drink with me and know That … Continue reading "The Last Chalice"
She was cast aside.
she asked, what do you really want? i said, i’m sure i do not know. she stared out at the endless sea, and watched the wavelets come and go and as the summer turned a page, the daylight dimmed as by a switch – and love grew old, or maybe me — i still cannot … Continue reading "Snapshot: Breakup"
What we have become.