And so we chose to wrestle
In the calm green switchblades
Of some past pasture upon which
Only fabled steps cross
To nothing
Absolutely nothing
You always leave me
Naked, bloody, and dumb.
I can listen to the singsong
Two-step
Of the shaky pentameter of your
Long winded
Slow peaking
Speeches
That I've never once heeded
Heard, nor cared to decipher.
And in the mornings of your discourse
I hide my swallowed head in the
Facets of the thoughts
I've been forced to confront.
I put on my proudest face,
And dance in shadows,
Being a shadow,
Pretending that I’m really all right with it.
And that no,
Your hands didn’t shake me till 4 more tomorrows
And no,
Your eyes didn’t launch me
In the blanket of thick cool air
To some other place, some other
Joy.
Of course not.
I can hear your speeches now
I can see you,
Cowering,
And just as ridiculous as i.
So just curl up in your selfish
Blue blankets
Once imparting a thought of comfort,
Now delivering me upon a reality
I wasn’t quite ready to see.
You were never so perfect.
You were never so pure.
And I was never quite
That flaming spark enough
To console your rough woven sheets.
I've passed 8 seasons in these grasses,
I've slumbered deep in the covers of your head
For far too long.
You’ve got me writhing in my own
Daytime drama,
All night long, solo.
I prance around petty on a poorly lit stage,
Holding out some prop,
A representation
Of the pittance I had to give,
The tiny offering of me.
My carefully placed makeup smears
Down my carelessly placed face
And I simply give up.
I do.
I've just got to keep telling myself that.
In the calm green switchblades
Of some past pasture upon which
Only fabled steps cross
To nothing
Absolutely nothing
You always leave me
Naked, bloody, and dumb.
I can listen to the singsong
Two-step
Of the shaky pentameter of your
Long winded
Slow peaking
Speeches
That I've never once heeded
Heard, nor cared to decipher.
And in the mornings of your discourse
I hide my swallowed head in the
Facets of the thoughts
I've been forced to confront.
I put on my proudest face,
And dance in shadows,
Being a shadow,
Pretending that I’m really all right with it.
And that no,
Your hands didn’t shake me till 4 more tomorrows
And no,
Your eyes didn’t launch me
In the blanket of thick cool air
To some other place, some other
Joy.
Of course not.
I can hear your speeches now
I can see you,
Cowering,
And just as ridiculous as i.
So just curl up in your selfish
Blue blankets
Once imparting a thought of comfort,
Now delivering me upon a reality
I wasn’t quite ready to see.
You were never so perfect.
You were never so pure.
And I was never quite
That flaming spark enough
To console your rough woven sheets.
I've passed 8 seasons in these grasses,
I've slumbered deep in the covers of your head
For far too long.
You’ve got me writhing in my own
Daytime drama,
All night long, solo.
I prance around petty on a poorly lit stage,
Holding out some prop,
A representation
Of the pittance I had to give,
The tiny offering of me.
My carefully placed makeup smears
Down my carelessly placed face
And I simply give up.
I do.
I've just got to keep telling myself that.
you amaze me every time, seriously 