Sing me songs
and I'll dance along...
You and I never miss a beat

inside of me
because

you were already
there

fathoms
deep

I never did tell you but,

You were my best friend
I was your obsession & infatuation

I suppose that is why my feelings remain
While yours suddenly waned

Yes I love you, but I'm not a fool anymore
Yes I love you, but it Really hurts
Yes I love you, but love, Im giving up.

The last words I plan to write
before the darkness, of endless night,
will be just these, short and few,
I'm sorry for what, I did to you.

I started leaving the door open for you.
I started to write and live honestly.
Endless nights spent chasing
another song of defeat
across the ashtray
forgetting my own words:

you can create art out of suffering;
you should never create suffering for art.

I started waiting for you.
I started to notice the decline of my moods
coincided with sublime precision to your
tail-lights in the distance.
Half-drunk
I had forgotten my own words:

suffering may be borne out of love;
love should not be borne out of suffering.

I started leaving the door open for you.
I started to expose each sleepless night
and commonplace hangover
as a symptom of a malady
and not a way of life.
You helped me to recall

peace arrives once the war has ended.
For peace, you do not have to fight.