You told me you wanted me.
But you already had her.
You told me you needed me.
But it was obvious you needed her more.
You told me you wished I was there with you more than anything.
But she was already there.
You told me I meant the world to you.
But she was your whole world.
You told me you were in love with my eyes.
But you were lost in hers.
You told me you wanted to kiss me.
But her saliva was already on your tongue.
You told me you loved me.
But you were in love with her.


                                B.S.

Did you never know, long ago, how much you loved me —
That your love would never lessen and never go?
You were young then, proud and fresh-hearted,
You were too young to know.

Fate is a wind, and red leaves fly before it
Far apart, far away in the gusty time of year —
Seldom we meet now, but when I hear you speaking,
I know your secret, my dear, my dear.

My mind could be compared to a waste bin
All that I've thrown there today is you
You garbage

As I trapped you into a warm embrace,
To bring summer to your winter heart

I searched through the war in your eyes,
And found the mend to your wrecked soul

Right before I started to weld,
You snatched away with a sinking strength

I pierced your back with my laser gaze,
Before I sat on our forgotten past

What substance could the little flame in my heart be burning on?
Could it be my blood?
Could it be my blues?
I cannot say
But I hope it could use the thoughts of you