Three Days

i threw myself into the wishing well

and all i did was wish you well…

you write so beautiful

i imagine you wear flowers in your hair

and your presence graceful

and i wonder what sorrow your eyes wear?

i would love to agree with you,

but my flowers have died,

i slouch and i limp,

and there’s darkness in my eyes.

i own many scars,

none of which i paid for,

and i ripped out my heart,

so i couldn’t feel it anymore.

even these things can be beautiful i see,

but my perception is blind to me,

i’d rather live through your eyes,

it sounds so much more lovely.

my conscience stays adrift

don’t touch me i am sick

leave it up to gods that need attention

even a blessing can be a lesson

had a conversation with myself,

we didn’t really agree

all you do is lie and deceit

don’t you know an eye for an eye

is a bad habit? so keep the receipt

i need them to see,

but this is deeper than me.

try having a secret to keep

with a backstabbing grit in your teeth

but want the whole world to love you

as their favorite mystery piece

how can you blame a single person you meet.

i’m no angel you see

i fly high with devils

born with no wings

my love embezzled

by impermanent things

we are all sinners unique

and purpose we seek

so keep the ground on your feet

because we’re all here fighting gravity

and when i see you,

everything else disappears

and then suddenly, my mind began to wander.

i guess my mistake was, i saw you as memories. i must’ve forgot that there was still more of you to remember.

and she was beautiful

and vibrant

and most of the time

a riot

but what i think

you’ll truly never know

secrets to keep

i understand alone

seldom asleep

so when a dream comes along

comatose

never wake me up

Why fight for someone who wouldn’t fight for you?