If I wan, into the severed moonlight
Like the swarms of my shamed ancestors before me
Would you bury me, eulogize me
As I never deserved?
I almost wish I were dying in your cold embrace
Tears carve riverbeds in my once smooth flesh
It is so hard for me to write this
As my senses have failed me
It was night
The shadows fell around us like wet february snow
Clinging to the secret creases in between us
And I told you
A long time ago
All I wanted was to write something beautiful for you
But I could never find the words
Words were the slippery parts in conversation
It was the loss of my motivation
As he took my hand
I had nothing left to work for
Nothing left for which to stand
When I saw you today
I knew my feelings had changed
Because the only feeling that came over me
Was a vicious yearning to rip your hair
Kool aid.Socks.Pop Tarts. Circles,
When they always beat triangles
And ninja fights on your front lawn
With pool cues on the trampoline
Where is creativity?
Is there even any more room?
Has human inspiration been dried out this soon?
Or have we gotten too lazy?
Pose for them, they still won't like you
Coat those nails in black
Dye your hair ever darker
Wear your makeup thicker
I've heard it before
All the songs about cheating
About revenge, and crying, and feeling sorry for ourselves
What if I forgave him?