it’s not that
i’m not good or bad
just not enough
to be called glass half full
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it’s not that
i’m not good or bad
just not enough
to be called glass half full
missing something unexplainable
i keep hearing it’s unattainable
this life isn’t sustainable
a lost bone that’s not obtainable
charred face
burn marks sweeping under a tilted mask
one word over and over
leave,
he never eats sleeps
just leaves
i don’t remember
remembering you
a bad dream a lonely december
you called;
a deal line
i only know
from the terror sweats
in the morning,
pity you didn’t run
pretty little penny
city that i without fear claim
don’t call me honey
i’ll take this money
fun and games this wasn’t funny
& i’ll take this money,
they said you lied
and i believed it
i can’t keep loosing you
gone too soon
tryin’ to get through to you
anotha’ second we break through
i know i ain’t a saint
scared straight
soul mate
scared straight
can’t keep loosing you, i can’t keep loosing you
where the hell you going?
where you taking this trip
don’t move, don’t stay, too
wait, i can’t seem to hold on
to, gone too soon
just can’t keep loosing you
i can’t say no
to you
i envy
the power
you have
over me
power that
could rule man
yet
all you want
is something quiet
bubbles in my belly
blowing in my mouth
popping in my throat
laughter sent down my spine
i don’t know
who got the last laugh
in my last seconds
i’ll see our lives played out;
fast forwarded and muted
window shopping
a green slide
moving vans
swimming pools
ringing bells
ringing
ring