Can You Believe?

Inspiration is such a conformed, subjective, over-cultivated mind state that we all share independently.

can you believe a year has passed

since you wrote those letters last

apologies from me to the author

the chimney holds photographs

re-inventing hollow laughs

chemistry never really had much to offer

can you believe each paragraph

contradicted (hypocrite) your past

shame on me for believing in honor

when he unbuttons your pants

reincarnating the ash

remember we said always and forever

can you believe

that you can breathe

while our love is suffocating to the ground

can you believe

that you can leave

and disappear for years and not be found

can you believe that i have changed

your heart has rotted and decayed

am i behaving in the manner you expected?

I'm okay (I'm afraid) -- lovely

Secrets to the grave

Who's calling him and voiding our agreement?

avoiding me is pointless, point in,

the direction that you live

ignoring me is all i can forgive

It's not how I roll, to let it take its toll

You never grew up, you're only growing old

Pardon my knife wound, in the small of my back

 I know that you'll be back soon

To watch my lungs collapse

You never finish anything you start

So why should this be different?

Why should I be different?

I bet your hands are filthy

Like your mothers maiden mouth

Like you hate your favorite smile

I'll smile for you now

I do.

You can't.

Author's Note

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