Make Believe

Goodbye slab, concrete yard
Splintered branches stretched out far.
Littered from an aging tree, kids playing fantasy
I once had done the same, imagination running free,
sticks as swords, conjuring knights, dragons, mythology.
Adulthood took that away from me.

Was this the place that was meant for us- make believe??
When the drink took ahold and wouldn’t release,
until back into the fold, the wild; where they found me.

Gave my last breath to have you back again
Make peace with those who drifted off along the way…

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Depended on, Codependent

I’m addicted to you,
can’t you see how that’s true?
All that we’ve been through,
how do I know who I am
without you
I am just ‘me’
and that’s scary as hell.
Take initiative,
and make yourself well
The door closes behind you.

What would it take for us to
run away from here?
When you were adored
Voice like a conscious cord,
wrapping word
atop fear
bound to necks,
your last breath torn.

…so run away
with all that’s left.
That’s what I want.
You’d hold my head
I’d cry for you,
Cry out to you
these last moments
weren’t meant for two.

I am nothing
without you

And with you
I am never leaving here

Terra Nova Love Junky

I’d take you anyway you would come
Just know I’m gone before you’re done
It’s in my nature to not care what happens to us
Settled less in your heart more than it ever was
My box shaped heart, jagged lines where butterflies stirred
Dreams of adolescents who found love the first time, possible, inert
Maturity and leftovers, jilted lovers fighting over the scraps
Spilling into streams of lust, I would trade for the hole filled gaps
purpose- stripped of pretense
And all the strings we puppeteer with safety nets
We commandeer,
Over and over

Until I walk home, passing your remnants along the road
Moths scurried in darkness, no color to their wings
Three months severed, petty things,
no wisdom to bleed

I feel let down,
Not by you
But by myself

Sunspots

Touch my soul, my beard, for appearances only.
I must look 100 years old.
We were kids when everything was
orange and red- the sunspots
creep inside my head.
Sad places that experience yields.

Paranoid of these fleeting moments
Panic at the coasters peak
Subside into a ride that’s free.
Let go of the safety bar,
Youth mired in responsibility.

Just the way I left you here.

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