Waiting

[up all night]

You can not face the day
That taught the edge of borders
The power in the pictures
Now.
So let the fingertips of love
Crawl sensibly alongside passion
And know the honesty of growth
Is never what we asked for.
Memories and cigarrettes
Break the canopy protection
While I learn the dance of detachment.
I make believe your fuck-ups
Are subjective human error
Refusing to admit that
Maybe you're just not what I wanted.
Your stolen embrace
Her long legged perfection
And her self confidant conviction
In her ownership of you
Spread runners through my mind
Taking control of the ordered garden.
A promise made before the break of heart
Not meant to last the pain.
Run ahead to blocked rivers
Of inconsequential detail
I got lost somewhere
In the noise of your life.
Now I'm swallowed by silence
Straining
Waiting for the voice that signals
Your safe return.

 

[Young Alien Type]

Once again, another captivating piece.
Sometimes I wish I had words to descrie these things. Often times, I'm glad I dont. :D
(Keep them coming!)