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Spenser Bennett Feb 2016
Walking in my own footsteps
Making all of the same mistakes I made last year
I'm still in love with the wrong person
I'm still in love with the same fear

Count me out

And it's blue again
Her eyes and this stormy sea
All the same to my heart
All the same rapturous belief

Fill me up with doubt

Now I'm glued to the floor again
Giving up on her
Love is only labor
Love is wasting away
Disgracing today

So I don't know if I want this
It's going back and forth
And back and forth
Shallow hearts beating
the death out of my
Ceaseless breathing

I walk these circles
Pacing around the sun
I'll follow my footsteps
Collapse back in that garden
Where we first begun
Spenser Bennett Feb 2016
This is the body.
Shoddy and full of shame and ****.
Bones held up by stubborn woes.
Foes held down by simple stones.
Bear with me.
See yourself there.
Pile of bones and emeralds for eyes.
Skies of wonder, lips curled in a perfect smile.
This is the body.
Shoddy yet full of grace and bliss.
Spenser Bennett Feb 2016
I sit alone beside the window,
rain falls through the trees outside
striking the leaves in mathematical fashion
tearing apart the stone below with molecular passion

Multiply the endogenous disease I carry in my lungs
I am loved
Sweep the sparking lead under the rug
I am loved
Transpose the heart burdened with grief for the young
I am loved
Our lives in succumbing to decay
we watch them every single day

We sit silent in repose
Our voices lost in the storm
We sit silent in our bones
Our bodies forgotten, hosts to the swarm

I am breathing, not living
I am breathing, not living now
My life lost in the separated sounds
of breaths gasped before I drown
in this white knuckled slumbering tomb
beneath the hallowed ground
Spenser Bennett Feb 2016
He laid emeralds in her eyes
But I'd already tried
A bracelet made of gold
And a scarlet thread around her wrist
And everything was wrong
So we sang sentimental songs
Oh, how seldom we belong
But how elegant our kiss
And we painted crooked lines
But we danced in perfect time
To a love so much refined
We know not what it is
So like the dullen wine
We pour into a grief we'd known before
But never quite like this
Never quite like this
All I know now is regret
She follows like a silhouette
Of a cobblestone behind me
She has nothing left to say
Except to innocently ask
Her voice delicate as glass
"Do you see me when we pass?"
But I
I continue on my way
From Memphis Will be Laid to Waste by the Metalcore band Norma Jean

This is the work that speaks to me. These are the words that beg to be spoken.
Spenser Bennett Feb 2016
It feels I've been sleeping for far too long.
It's time to cease this dreaming.
It's time to wake up.
Spenser Bennett Feb 2016
Ain't no safety in love
All joy is found hand in hand
Love is our passionate danger
Throw it to the wind
Spenser Bennett Feb 2016
I sit and I stare empty at the wall
I think of nothing
Nothing at all
There's no pattern
No
Uniformity
And yet this all means so much to me
There's a sound like Saturn
Building behind my eyes
And it's whispering of sure surprise
Focused on staying distracted
Hell bent on playing disastrous
Born of the space between
Worn out from this bleeding heart scene
Follow/Lead
Swallow the grief
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