This is from that same brain draining night. You know... rock hearts. Something about that stuck to me. This is what I wrote on some envelope from some credit card company. I wrote this first in more of a passion. My thoughts were a little more sporadic and messy. It's completely unedited. I had no intention of sharing it... ever. but fuck it! (Butt fuck it?)
Rock hearted. Cold blooded.
The ticking of the clock ticks away at this steel night made of bolts and nuts that have come loose and spilled out to the cracks of this concrete floor never to be seen again except by those we are taught to fear and despise.
Cannot compromise
Cannot hide this teary eyed reflection of an oil painting that once hung upon your wall
but you've no use for it now
no room to fill
you've even repainted your ceiling and i don't know this place anymore
i don't know where that hole came from
I don't know how cold it gets at night
I don't know what gets you out of bed in the morning
I don't hear the brewing of your morning coffee
and oh, what i'd give to be the sweetener in your cup to soften the bitterness and help you get a good start to your beautiful day
but you now drink it black
left me on the table mat with no purpose to serve
packaged away to individualize myself but baby that's already my life
i like for change
I'm something to be stirred
I like to be devoured and make a difference from within you to
Make a difference in me
Make me your tea.
No comments:
Post a Comment