I don’t want to stay here
I move forward in quicksand
I’m tired and it’s hot outside
Do you ever find yourself here
I try to detach . Then your there
In the parking lot , in the crowd
In traffic .
I see you in the window as I walk at night
I feel like leaving but no matter what
I’m there
And so are you .
Am I capable of ever not loving
You .
I live with this ghost
It’s like the arrow of Cupid
Took his last turn so here I am
His last student
Failing . As I sit here alone in the rain .
Fuck this .
There are no answers are there .
I’m not even quite sure maybe I’m peter
Peter Pan .
I’m not capable of loving again .
I wish I could be addicted to something
Else besides
Missing
You .
I lay here quietly
Letting it all take me
Watching the clock
Wondering .
How it got this way .
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