And All That Could Have Been

A Poem by smear

Sitting all alone in a room full of people

Sitting all alone in a room full of people
Seeing her next to you, feeling my heart cave in
I'm imagining inside my head, is a peep hole
For anyone to see my memories that ain't worth savin'.

I could sit and wait.
Wish and anticipate.
I need something to do,
something to desecrate.

Barely fitting three in a casket built for two
Trying to heal these heart shaped bruises
They're just for me and you
and whomever else he chooses

...some time the meat is too rough to chew,
You should have stayed at home.

I could sit and wait.
Wish and anticipate.
I need something to do,
something to desecrate.

The silicone chip inside her heart
Is making really hard for her to start
picking up everything he's left behind, it's all going in a shopping cart.
Every time she touches him, it's very worst part.

All the little, little people,
With all sorts of different dreams,
With changing endeavors.
This a cord hat-needs to be severed.

We could tear this all apart,
We could burn it to the ground,
Pretend what's lost has been found,
But then again....none of that is too smart.

I could sit and wait.
Wish and anticipate.
I need something to do,
something to desecrate.