Well, I don't miss you much anymore
cutting ties like wrists and push ups
are just there to bleed the poison
from my limbs faster then light
travels from my heart to my bed.
Well, I changed my world one night
and you were never in or out with
or without a fight, so I guess I know
the answer to meant-to-be questions
that I used to think I was done with.
I wonder when will you bleed?
For all the wrong that you've done?
I wonder when will you see?
More to the world then what we've been.
It took a fist full of nights, good luck,
bad drugs, and a fighting heart to get
me past all the bullshit and pain that came
down from loving you like rain. Still
I don't know if I'll ever be done.
So, get me high enough that I can't feel
anymore. I guess you tried when we
were something more complicated
like sticks and stones and throwing
my heart into the night of your love.
I love that a subtle underpinning of fatalism is weaved throughout this. Your pain is admirable and I would hug you if near. It's beautiful that you are secure to embrace darker emotions in order to see some light. <3, JW
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