The city lights were picking a fight and I had nothing left to win,
still I would have broken bones before I said another thing.
You could have been awful but your voice was sweet,
I practiced my tendency to blur and overlap and you,
you built a weakness for things that aren't quite good enough
and without quite intending you spilled into my room.
I see those dark circles, they never quite left,
I kidnapped you young and you've still not recovered.
Well it wasn't love but it made us tough,
still sung cheap songs like they were written for us.
Now you pull up the covers a little too tight,
You've got no authority but you're dead in your eyes.
You make bad conversation and you talk in your sleep,
and do you dream? Because I don't think you do.
You wanted your chance to comfort me, see me empty,
but you hesitate, break and rush to escape.
I knew when you came that you never would stay,
I exercised my tendency to blur and over lap but I,
I'm sorry I tried to push you away.
Wonderful write. You have a very unique way of making long poetry flow. I believe it comes based from the strength in your words. I have noticed you dont write so much anymore and its saddening but I suppose inspiration cant exist 24/7. Still I hope you continue to post form time to time as I will keep a look out.