Faces only remind you of
How lonely you are,
You say you've swam too far
Into the sea of your regrets
That I am your lifeboat
But didn't you hear
I sank long, long ago?

You've been searching
For a new home,
One that doesn't creak
Or shudder at night.
But homes are not people
And your voice cracks
As you point out
There's a welcome mat
By the front door
But I never answer
When you knock.

It's been a while since
I started attracting
Strangers with flashlights
To search me like
A haunted place.
I finally realized they
Were the ones that
Needed scaring away.

It's so odd to think,
You once told me
You saw beauty
In clifftops,
And I thought you
Were talking about
The view.

enough money or beer or drugs to ever get
over the mountaintop not
enough sense left to see when
I am sinking

You gotta hate the aftermath , don't you?
of love, of  pain and suffering, or perhaps
the briefest of affairs

hard to see the top of the clouds
when earthbound,  or the darker
things lurking

in the brilliance
of a smile hiding
false things,

spoken words is all
I can  hear , not the
undertow of the sea
tides ebb flow,

so I go forth valiant
only to be struck in the
weakest spot
and lie bleeding,

not ever seeing
her meanings