Friday, November 5, 2021

Maybe I was forged in fire - burned, beaten, molded to my present shape.

Or maybe Something knew the fires I would face, and forged me as I am, in a shape that would - and will - withstand the flames.

Friday, October 15, 2021

You Deserved Better

Did you love me like you loved her and I just missed it?

Was that energy there - did I kiss it?

Was it hanging from my lips, tingling in fingertips
all those texts and those talks - what tipped it?

...

Goodbye was among the hardest things to do

but when we said it, I didn't think I was really losing you

...

yet here I am.

...

Alone and pondering the signs that I missed

or dismissed?

the things I gave weight that were weightless.

the things I overlooked - I can't take this.

...

See I don't want you back and I don't want to be her
but I do wish we could return to what we were
for just a little bit
so I could see fit
with 20/20 hindsight: refit
my actions
so they'd suit you better.

You deserved better.

I just didn't know how to be better at the time.

So if I could go back, I'd be me in my prime
and you wouldn't have had to hurt.

You deserved better.

I just didn't know how to be better at the time.

Thursday, September 16, 2021

The Prize

I'ts always offense or defense
No whisltes. Always offsides.
The goalposts - unattanable -
are nevertheless within sight.

Was there ever a time we weren't playing
same colors but on different teams?
It's always offense or defence
At least that's how this all seems.

It's always offense or defense
with each of us counting the downs
same plays but on different teams
round and round
losing ground
at least that's how it seems.

It's always offense or defense
No whistles, always offisides.
But I'm fucking tired of playing
here's my white flag; take your prize.

Good people rot in forgotten graves.
Great people leave victims and statues in their wakes.

Hi.
I know you're still reading.
Pathetic.
What do you think awaits you here?
Why're you so obsessed with me>

Saturday, September 4, 2021

Say all of your sacred words
the scarab, safe, resides
but I am bound for Ammit
for my heart of stone abides.

Sunday, August 22, 2021

I still think of you

We were doomed from the outset,
you and I.
But doomed to connect, too
stars in our eyes.
You wanted more.
I was unsure.
And when I came around,
you were gone.
Moving on...
to India, or so I heard.

We were doomed from the outset,
you and I.
But though Time, she passes
I still wonder why
we were doomed to connect
Fated to try
stars in our eyes.
stars in our eyes.