Because making him regret, won’t make him change,
won’t make him stay.
Showing him how you tie your hair and hold your stare,
Will only keep him from the truth;
That he’s not man enough for you,
Or not full enough to love you too.
More time will only ruin you,
Let him go, and choose you –
Is what the woman in me would have told me, you, her, she too.
But it’s not what we do, is it?
Me and you?
We kill ourselves telling ourselves we’ll save the other,
But then one more is lost
And another light is under the cover.
Please love you, so you can love him too,
the one who wants to be loved as much as you.
And, it’s been a while,
Since I’ve heard your voice,
Pressed into keys and
Refund the broken time,
Rinse your breath from my soul,
Wash the rest down the sink,
Chests hidden in
Boats of yours and mine stories to be told.
Red seas no longer are,
Golds and White entwine in what was a star,
breathe you out, into a forgotten jar,
Where time is made and sold
To the devil who told
The story of You and me.
Give what was to the dark.
The pleas heard to
Let it free,
And yet standing in between this space of ours and mine,
Of freedom and escape,
I still love you,
It is bizarre;
Love does not know the chime,
Of my grandfather,
And ceased though you are,
Forever you will stay,
At the bottom of my beating blood red heart.
I think there is beauty everywhere,
In every line and crevice of the human face,
Crooked and straight.
Ultraviolets and golds
At the base
Of yours and mine’s stories to be told,
That we decorate,
With the souls of strangers laced
Into our heart rate,
Where they all live forever as bold,
as of the infinitive universes’ grace.
Milks and honeys,
Chocolate siennas and vanilla,
Night skies painted with big taupe eyes:
It’s everywhere you see,
Just hidden away
From vanity and what we preach.