The Sink
The sink
Drip, drips
And i
Listen.
Each melodic
Drop
Brings me
Elswhere
To a place
Where the sink
Isnt broken
And the
Drip, drips
Have ceased.
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Never in my life before
Have i felt this unfulfilling ache
Which rises with the rosy sun
But never seems to set
At twilight
Do you ever think
That if they could see us now
They would be ashamed
Of what we’ve become?
The screen on the back porch tore last night
When the weather was so bad
My apathetic cat curled up beside me to ride out the storm.
You hated that cat but I called it mine
Long before I was yours.
We built the screen together "like a real couple"
The only project I ever talked you into.
I dreamed that we would sip our coffee in the morning air
Watching sunrise together, the two of us
With the cat purring in my lap.
We never used it once and you called it useless
And I didn't see the point in going out
If we didn't do it together.
But now the screen is ripped, the metal prongs pointed angrily at your chair.
It ripped
And you aren't here to fix it.
Staring here at the hole, sipping my coffee alone with that damn cat pawing at the mosquito that's breached containment
and I can't help but wish it all meant something
In the end.
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Day 4/14
Im a bit too prideful to admit
That im afraid to say im wrong
But you already knew that, babe
And you have for far too long
Thoughts on Love #7
I dream of you. I didn't see your hair or your eyes, but I still knew it was you. I could feel you, even if we were a thousand worlds apart. You are the purest soul- the one I long to rest within, even when everything else fades
No matter who you are on the outside, I will love what is within. Always.
We are gilded people
Glittering with gold
Which disguises the hatred
And misery
Bubbling beneath our skin
Does time ever wish
That it could slow down
Even for a moment
Too?
October Rain
I slam the screen door
And listen to the sound
Of the raindrops falling
On the tin roof.
The crisp air
Sends me chills
But the cider
Warms my heart
Oh how i miss
With all my soul
The sweet sound
Of October rain
The words rattle
In my mind
Like chains
But somehow
They are
Freeing.
They sing a
Silent song
To me
Like whispers in
The autumn
And they are
More beautiful
Than the words
Could ever say
An amber tinted room
Grey with clouds of smoke
That make my head spin
Like a vinyl record
Spiraling down
Until all i know
Are your violet eyes
And our desperate howls
Beneath the crimson moon
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