No wrongs were done here
No devastation or betrayals We found we had and now you want it over I guess I want it over too We drank our coffee and I rolled tears back I tried to be brave Blocking your punch distracting you long enough so you wouldn’t see the shock turn to disappointment turn to pain in my eyes I made you feel ok because it was ok Really Winter 2015 To these pages I give my heart
To these pages I give my dreams To these pages I give my blood These pages my tears these pages my sweat To these pages I give my screams Of agony Of disappointment Of pleasure Of pain My screams to the stars and to the bedrock to the faces on the streets to the faces inches from my own and thousand upon thousand of miles away To these pages I give my confusion My unsolved puzzles my head scratchers hair pullers nail biters and sleepless nighters To these pages I give the eyes of all the boys that I ever loved or thought about loving or regretted loving or will love or might never love But almost did To these pace I give the things I cannot change The things I deserve but will never get The final push that wasn’t in me The decisions that didn’t go my way In these pages I put life where there was only empty space Summer 2014 |
P.L.DI write because my emotions are not, always, accessible. I write because sometimes I’m confused and I need to work things out. I write because it feels good. I often write to keep from saying too much. .. Archives
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