Confused. |
You were the sun
And I was the cloud that darkened your skies...
When I had no tears left to cry
My particles disappeared into the air...
You pluck what you want from me like the petals of...
Yet I do nothing to fight back, wishing to give...
I play movie scenes of the two of us in my head...
It’s strange how easily you take over my senses...
You’ll scratch at my surface until I’m...
You’ll throw me into your fire and tell me...
She’s gonna take credit for what I’ve done
She’s gonna say she raised a good kid but I feel...
She was the purple-blue night sky that always felt...
She was the drug I’d always use when I felt too...
I’ve really been writing love poems when I have no real muse. |
I go months without hearing from so-called friends and family until I lose the desire to respond, so wounded by their lack of interests that I would rather it stay that way than for them to feign interest. |
I’m growing weary by the foreplay. Is it you, the one who still plagues my memory, or am I sadly mistaken? |