Hey, it’s me. All went wrong. I know. We will never fix it. I know.
Category: To You
Black Sails
Tom Hopper uses a multipurpose umbrella for time travel
Happy Birthday
Happy Birthday D ! Stay blessed 🙂
Strangers
With a few good memories…that’s all we are now.
I do think it’s a shame, but I don’t look back on a situation where I was totally undervalued.
When It’s
Mark
In the deep waters of my mind,
I miss the brazen talk, and
The polished, insult to injury humor.
I miss the long stares hiding small grimaces
And laugh lines skewed by stoic gazes.
I miss the parenting that I didn’t ask for
That helped me solve mystic puzzles.
I miss the teaching, the off beat humor, the quick witticisms
And gentle guidance.
Mostly tonight although he would probably never believe it,
I miss Mark.
Unwilling
I blamed it on timing, parallel worlds, distant stars
And the difficulty from rivers to unpaved roads to you.
I came up with every theory and every metaphor
Blaming it on being a prisoner of my own secret garden
Calling our timing different seasons
And asking you to forget about the Old World and enter the New.
I idolized you until my heart bled dry
Then I recognized your flaws and what I hated most about you
And the scar tissue grew and I loved you even more.
I showed up every day through rainy weather and turbulent “may days”
To reach you and every day you chose to whistle
Another tune for a brave new start with someone else.
And in the end all I can do is stare at a mirror and state
“It’s all your fault.”
You could never admit you cared.
And I tried more than you ever did and I can live with that.
Can you?
Broken records and Sparkles
My beautiful, and dazzling girl.
Hope slinks off your fingernails
And you keep throwing it around like confetti
At anyone who could love you.
Oh splendid marvel, elegant being of compact stardust
With hips and sturdy shoulders and tiny tooth-gaped smiles
Don’t you know?
He was never going to love you.