There is nothing to be said for you
And I make messes, I know I do
I’m so emotional,
What am I supposed to say
When I know I won’t- can’t- stay
The silence all around us speaks to me
Of virtue, of dead grace and we’re not free
You call yourself my good friend
But despise me in the end.
I am a motive to be served and you’re a ghost
So why then- why- do you hold on to me the most
I see not what is true but what I remember
Do you see that I recall last December?
BORN ON CHRISTMAS DAY
I was gliding across the ice
You watched me, and you fell down twice.
I saw your magnificence- you abandoned yourself
When we talked my face was on your photo album shelf
But there was no truth in you
And there was nothing to do.
You felt like being reborn
I was a rose with no thorn.
THE DAYS OF OLD
You were quite afraid
Shielded by “No Shame”
I trusted in your love-
You called me your dove-
And I would’ve done anything
But I can’t love what you bring
For you my light was never dim enough
So you dragged me down, told me “be tough”
You forced my heart and soul into dark places
You transformed my mirrors to lonely faces.
But you wanted to stay friends
You couldn’t stand my “loose ends”.
You felt like home but you’re a minor acquaintance
I’m complex art, purposeful sophistications
Truth is profound sleep, darkness not an Apollo
So wherever you go, I cannot follow
Don’t you understand the changes that befell us
I am The Epitome of ladies, midnight grass
I had opaque illusions when I saw your eyes
They’re almost blue enough to let you hide behind lies
But no more, no mas, no more, no more.
I left you lying on the cold floor.
So how did you come back to me,
Rope me back in from being free?
This time it’s permanent
This time know I mean it.
Thanks for reading.