I Get It

I get it why people get dogs, write break-up songs, I get it all.

I see why we fight, regardless of who’s right- how you feel.

Don’t we just pretend to

care?

Why it was never that simple.

I get that now.

I see the daylight rise while breathing out those we’ve lost.

I get it all.

Where the coffee pursed my lips, the mirage of October waiting in the wings.

And I get why we play dress up, trick or treat, lie to ourselves, lie to our friends.

I mistook our lies for friendship.

How expendable we are.

The beginning never resembles the end.

I almost forget why I came. And I don’t feel the same.

It breaks my heart to know what we left on the table.

Why we gave it away.

I get it, I get it, I get it all now.

You Play the Heroine for Me

The desert where you found me deserted and confounded
and living a life that made no sense.
The bums on the street had it right
what’s mine, once yours, so give it without a fight.
Whole years that seem to disappear
your only mindset, broken,
Please get me out of here.
In fact, it sucked to the bottom of the depths,
scalding blister and furnace the churning sand, out of my mind with
no respect,
For what we had, dead on arrival,
wasn’t mere survival–
It was a joke no one got.

Except you,
you picked me up, dusted off the powder and silica-
swept me off the path I journeyed.
Sleepy eyed and beaten to a pulp,
no sanctuary for those who had given up.
You can’t get back what you left
thank the fragments of brain matter
under swept,
seats of a ‘football’ game.. most call it soccer
and 0-0 means that nobody wins.
We’re all poor sports when were sporting each other, and whoring ourselves into a life that has too many variables.
Too many excuses to leave
and not enough to stay.

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

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This is my friend Caitlyn’s writing. Very mature for a 21 year old. Enjoy & share…

I’ve been waiting my whole life
For a promise to bloom
Rings of Saturn on my finger
Lost in explosive thoughts
And silent resonance
Of a tiny diamond

Beneath the black sky
And blankets of summer
Dew drop eyes
With orbital embraces
You pull me in further
Forever we will fly

Be my empty space
In a world too much
Be the fill I need
When my home is empty
I need you by my side
When stars no longer shine

They say defying gravity
Is godliness
I float from place to place
Space to space
With you
So I guess you’re my savior

Start with any gaze
Map out what we have
Lay it on a table
Try to put it to scale
But my love for you is too big
Philosophy has no say here

If you beat me to the heavens
And I crash into time
Weave me constellations
So I know you’re still mine

I may leave first
Unwillingly, no doubt
Without trajectory goodbyes
I may float off into darkness
No light may scare you
But I will be there with open arms
Of sunlight
And the silent resonance
Rings of endless comfort
In a diamond