It’s not the weather in the city or the highway moan

Not the streets or the buildings,
neither wooden nor stone.
Every reason to leave this place behind,
why I should be alone,

Are made of flesh and bone.

You had an option

I was your chance to feel complete,
But when I leaned in close to you
You kissed your fear instead of me.

“You know you wouldn’t believe the things I saw when I was stationed overseas”
But he somehow keeps smiling in spite of all of that, while I keep finding ways to push the good out for the bad.  

When I’m sleeping you show up in my dreams

just doing simple things, like buying groceries.
When I wake up I could swear you must have just left me
Like you got up to make breakfast,
or maybe just to get dressed.

But the truth is-
you were never there, you won’t ever be.
Sometimes I think I’m not either, so what do I do,
when every day still seems to start and end with you?
And you won’t ever know,
you won’t ever see,
how much your ghost since then
has been defining me.

Don’t make the same mistake as me.

Say “Goodbye” and “Be gone” and “Be great”
& be done and be free.

Tell me what your worst fears are

I bet they look a lot like mine.
Tell me what you think about when you can’t fall asleep at night.
Tell me that you’re struggling.
Tell me that you’re scared.
No, tell me that you’re terrified of life.
Tell me that it’s difficult to not think of death sometimes.
Tell me how you lost.
Tell me how he left.
Tell me how she left.
Tell me how you lost everything that you had.
Tell me that it ain’t ever coming back.
Tell me about God.
Tell me about love.
Tell me that it’s all of the above.

Say you think of everything in fear.
I bet you’re not the only one does.

youdgoneastray:

Tell me what your worst fears are. I bet they look a lot like mine.
Tell me what you think about when you can’t fall asleep at night.
Tell me that you’re struggling. Tell me that you’re scared. No,
Tell me that you’re terrified of life.
Tell me that it’s difficult to not think of death sometimes.
Tell me how you lost. Tell me how he left. Tell me how she left.
Tell me how you lost everything that you had.
Tell me that it ain’t ever coming back.
Tell me about God. Tell me about love.
Tell me that it’s all of the above.
Say you think of everything in fear.
I bet you’re not the only one who does.

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There’s a melody in everything.

I’m trying to find a harmony but nothing seems to work,
Nothing fits.

Everyone is out searching for someone or something.

I wonder what I’ll find.
I wonder.

One cannot stop the wind from blowing, nor refuse the falling rain.

Both butterflies and dragonflies have wings like when you sing
I swear you hit two different notes but they don’t harmonize as clean as when you speak
there is a rhythm in the scraping of your tongue along your teeth
that comes across as well as hell inside of heaven
in a feast of flies and anything with wings that tries to sing
but where you ripped two different holes see it won’t cauterize as cleanly as you think
and if you listen to the rhythm in your sleep you can hear me speaking
“you are a wolf to me.”

Fill your heart with what’s important

and be done with all the rest

I want to believe that the way I am is just the way it goes.

For the things that came, not the things I chose to come.

I say a drink might help me sleep, I say

I don’t sleep much at all these days, I say it’s cold, besides, I’m broken.
Hard as earth the love of the past, the worth of the world has frozen still.