A Threat of Nonexistance.

I’m feeling threatened again

Not by you this time,

But by my own hand.

The sky comes falling down.

You’re a hollow man,

So true,

But she’s a woman who’s

Full of everything but gratitude.

I wonder if you’ve hugged her yet

Or maybe held her hand,

And I’m here in a far away Land

 

Lord Almighty

 

I’m tired of writing from his

Point of view just because

He can’t write to save his own damn life.

It’s true I’d let him drown

If the one with the crown and the cape

Ever touched him again that way.

And I know he doesn’t read these

Sort of things and I know

He’s never touched his wrists

But the point in case is

My life or lack thereof,

Whatever the case may be.

 

And I looked at pictures of her once more today

And that of another girl I didn’t know about before.

But Lord, they’re so much prettier than me,

And I can’t compare my pen and paper to

A voice like a siren while mine sounds

Like it’s snowing outside.

 

I admit I torture myself

‘Cause I can’t get enough of thinking about you

Between the sheets with her…

With Her. . . .

 

Sweet dreams with homecoming queens

And I’m alone again on a Saturday;

While you’re off somewhere about

Five miles away and if I wanted,

I could call you but it’d be

Strange since you’re with that

Girl without a name.

 

The blisters on my heel are falling off

And bleeding and my voice is

Screaming, screaming.

But baby, you don’t hear a thing

But sweet nothings whispered by another

Instead of the other

Instead of me.

 

And I love you more than life

And laughter but I never liked laughing much.

I’m tired of giving my all while you’re in

Some other Eden and I’m in limbo,

Where did the sun go,

Has it already been two years?

The tears I cried could’ve

Flowed to the ocean but

I’m keeping them in puddles

Beneath my pillow

While you’re gone,

You’re always gone.

Where do you go?

Why can’t I come?

Why did we ever fall in love?

Reviews

[Laz K.]

I can completely identify with the message, the feeling, and the mood as I'm going through the same sort of stuff right now. Thank God for poetry - it seems to be the only way to ease the unbearable pain one feels when one has to ask "Why did we ever fall in love?"

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wowser.

truly wowser...

"And I can't compare my pen and paper to
A voice like a siren while mine sounds
Like it's snowing outside."

broke my heart and put it back....