Honesty

just an honest blurb about someone who wanted to return a moment too late

Oh how i wish,

but oh, how I remember too.


it really could be

but it isn't.

it just isn't.

that wretched truth won't disappear.

like playing with matches,

striking them is so much fun, trying to beat the fire,

and control the flame.

more of a longing than anything that can ever be real.

i loved him so much.

he is still all there,

but so is everything that hurt me.

why, steve-o....why?

i cannot answer this..

why in our privacy did your cloak remain?

why give me a drip, and never a drink of satisfaction?

why did you open the door..

to look but don't touch...

then touch but not hold..

then hold but not possess...

never mine...

you never were...

shattered pieces of my heart

laid out as your yellow brick road.

i, broken, alone, weakened,

cried for you.

my love,

my savior,

my everlasting hope,

my dream,

my envy,

my tormentor,

my jailer,

my demise.

i stand...again.

i see.

my heart remembers, oh yes

remembers all of you.

your precious lure
and my weakness.

i see.

now come and meet my strength.

if you cannot stand with me,

eye to eye,

toe to toe,

then i leave you where you are.

as if we've never met.

oh yes, my heart remembers,

and so do my feet.