Last step you’ve known this year, and with that, dear, I promise to hold near the promises I made and never kept, because what’s better than intent?
Last time you can commit to things before you lose them to noncommittal sins, and if you tell me you’ll work out and diet, I’ll pretend you are believed and I’ll be quiet.
Last moment before you dip into the unknown, new year, new you, new, fresh abandon. You’d like to think this time around you’ll be better at keeping your word and following through with promises at midnight. However…
Clock strikes at midnight, seconds of excitement and pain incite fright and dull the brain.
Of bigger cities With empty office spaces, With the split love of hills and music and sunshine, Unreasonably sad web of lies When you say goodbye to one And you’re glad you found the other one. A trickling feeling Of broken smiles Cleaning your desk Your empty desk in this small town Is no small ask. It’s like you care only about yourself In the big city and in the big village as well. Nothing is in moderation, And everything is in consternation As if you’re still finding and following Footsteps that were never walked. Your mouth is easy to speak to, but your ears are so hard to be talked Too. Imagine as we cloud the sunsets, Pull the blanket of dreams on our eyes. Sweet revelries, sour child. Keep thinking of you.
How tasty are the words You’re spitting, Like verses Unnerved And my nerves Are tired, You breathe And here I think I feel you kisses down my neck, But it’s your tasty, lovely noose, That’s making me obtuse A silly goose That tastes like chocolate moose. Oh, let me dip into you, The lovely spruce Of infinite envy And infinite hope, Infinite nothings And old tired tropes. I lay at your feet, Still signalling deep, Your words are like tasty desires and sins, I’m mesmerised by your hollowness within.
People in your life Die So that you can live. They die So that you can find reasons to live, And until you’ve lived You cannot pass, Until you’ve loved You cannot make the matter mass Until you’ve found someone to Latch on to. You cannot go into the unknown.
What if we only die When our last love has found Someone to love, Someone to care for, Someone to replace us.
What if we die to save our loves Until they find a different way to love?
what was before, he asked wildly the night was young, and suddenly i closed my eyes and felt the breeze, the swing of wind, the gentle tease of newer breath that’s all over the place. you give me power, give me space, give me a wilderness i’ve never faced. less of an angel in disgrace, more of a devil to embrace.
So much scarring from morning sun, blistering cold from trains and cars passing me by. So many cuts from blades of grass, so much noise from storms, but so much comfort from people I’ve known. So much destruction from the outside world, and yet so much peace from looking into your eyes. Safety and quiet from being with you, happiness and fulfillment from breathing the same air. Outside is rough, it’s noisy and loud, outside is grim, tired and soiled. Inside is tranquil, with nothing in between.
Detach. Disconnect. Depress. Dum-dum-dum. Constant noise of fake and music, Constant sounds of loud and shriek. Depart. Discontinue. Deny. Dum-dum-dum. Obvious noise, obvious fake, obvious music. Obvious sounds of the outside and panic.