Thinking Of You

Drinking cheap beer and watching re-runs, I reminisce the months I spent with you.
You're my first love and you stand oblivious. I pine for you. I long for you.
The aftertaste of hops lingers in my mouth;
Jolting me back to reality, reminding myself that it's the only memory I can treasure.

Smoke billows out of my lips. Gathering under my eyes and stinging, furiously.
"No smoking." You said to me. That's what started everything.
You are my rebellion; my transparency and lust for absence of intimacy.
Your embrace is what pulls me. I fear that it might crush me.

Please, don't  you hear me?
Let's drink, laugh and let bygones be bygones.
Please, man, love me, as I love you so recklessly.
The buzz in my skull reminds me, we can love like every other,
We only need assistance from Sir Liqueur Sant Famile`.

Hold me, mister, let me feel a moment absent of insecurity.
Your face like a puzzle I long to piece together, jagged with flaws that fit perfectly.
Father, kiss me like you love me. I won't cry or plea, simply accept your offer openly.
This is tomorrow and it looks a bit barren, honestly.
Don't leave me, please. Not again, not in this state of misery.
Touch me like I'm precious. Handle with care and you might find I'm worth keeping.

This is my memory; recollection of sanity:
Drinking lite beer and laughing whimsically.
My first cigarette in hand as you pull it away suddenly.
"Don't say that word to me."
"What word? Shot?"
It's what made us You and Me.

Friendship Suicide

No infallible presence can dislodge the wedge, separating your heart and mind.
Don't even sign the papers, there's no need to claim 'irreconcilable differences', we can part quietly.
I'm indifferent to the words that you twist and the emotions that you warp, like hot metal.
Your tongue is a secret slanderer, slit down the center, doubling your chances of victory.
God help you; Your mouth will get you nowhere but a lonely room with white walls, that you've created.

Dip into the well of being and drown yourself in it-- Kill the monster inside of you.
You will not. The darkness inside wrapped tightly with a wet knot, tightening as we struggle to loosen it.
You're alone, my dear. Alone in the world you created, banishing all who dare to question you.

 

Absent Echo

We forget the lost before they've even vanished;
misplacing the time and remembering might-have-beens.
Each morning seers holes into our conscience,
reminding us of what's important, so we can misplace it before bed.
Our dreams begin to crystallize, hidden beneath a plain stone.
My eyes turn into kaleidoscopes and I watch, unshaken, as the world spins.
I will not remember this, tomorrow is a new day.

The 'Best' & The 'Friend'

What do I say when you cry in remorse, plea for more time, search for lost hope?

What do I give when you're buried in guilt, starving for more, wondering, 'why?'?

What do I feel when the curve is too tight, the glass too full, my eyes too dry?

I can not dry tears that belong to a stranger.

I can not sew wounds when I've wounds to heal, also.

I can not show promise when all that's wanted is words.

Who will lose sleep when I've bloodied up corridors?

Who will write frivolously when my world falls in shambles?

Who will mourn silently when my presence is lost?

My heart drawn on glass, revealed by the rain.

The sun will come out; I'll see you on cloudier days.