Like the mountains we admired.
I'm time worn.
Once praiseworthy, mighty, enduring.
Sculpted by winds of change.
Carved by a harrowing gaze.
Reduced to sediment, caressed by the currents of time.

Like the seas we longed for.
I'm abundant.
Everlasting, spellbinding, looming.
Now polluted, rotting from the surface
Stagnant where I lie.
Once most of your world.

Like the winds; once at our back.
I'm adrift.
Fluent, nimble, restless.
Tempted by canyons, gullies, and meadows alike.
Hellacious squalls begging at sealed windows.
Searching for you.

And while misery is on the tip of your tongue,
Remember that's where my name always used to be.

Remember; when you reach for the stars,
They only ever burn holes in your hands.

And now a choked throat refuses to tell me everything it wants to spew.
But my hands are on your hips though, not your neck.

The vinyl is spinning, but so is my head.
Words; a carousel, I've drowned in all that we've said.
Like the time, you're slipping through these hands.
Forever rose-colored, now cut me down where I stand.
Harmonize hymns of your past with mine.
Lay with me, as the vines of our lives intertwine.
Lay with me, in fields of gold.
Lay with me, let this unfold.
Stay with me, look up to the sun.
Let the past slip away, may it be undone.

Remove time's varnish from our equation.
And like your pillow, cling to sensation.
Return all that we've took.
Digress to the comfort and warmth of your nook.
Listen to the cracks in the floor as they speak.
Only whimpers and lies of this heart would excrete.

Now we sleep.

One after the other,
your laugh even changed.
Chuckles to snarls,
nothing more to be gained.

When all went black, and all came back..
I took it as an omen to reflect
to evaluate and dissect.

But you were:

Draped in satin and sin,
Lead eyes growing heavy, weary, dim.
Lay where you want, it all stains the same,
when in search of someone to blame.

Now there's something inside, churning so slow.
A day old hate fester, begging to explode.
A faux hatred, meaningless it's true.
An excuse to keep doing exactly what you do.

Incentive to change came in the form of a heart.
Light from a sunken chest bearing a new start.
Beating for you, screaming for you,
Taken for granted, ripped completely in two.

And I laid there every night
Wondering if you were even alive.
Your face burned so deep in my mind
Scorched past the clutches of time.

Still you cramp, wounded in the womb
Still you lay wrapped in satin and gloom
It's toxic how you stay,
It's toxic; a refusal to stray.
But I sit here my dear, day after day
Lathered in discomfort, bathed in dismay.

I'm glad your slate is clean.
Mine's still tarnished in filth and memories.
Now that you've cut yourself free from me.
Maybe now you'll find deep within,
You and Him ;
You're fragile and dim.

It's like you learned from the month of June,
To become alone and cold like the moon.
And I thought to my self on more than one occasion
"How miserable must I be" ;
Before you to came to a simple decision?

And don't you think its crazy;
How well our demons danced, and didn't mind?
It's like they forgot about us, as they spun intertwined.

When bottles felt like sky-scrapers
I removed your staples
I moved your mountains,
Wished on silver, that sunk in fountains.
I forced myself to be the foundation that kept you strong
It was no secret, you were my favorite song.

I'll shoulder a sadness, as you flourish,
I want so badly to break in search for new purpose.
A relentless optimist
Time to stumble and fall on clenched fists.

Still,
A broken back is better than a broken will.


*"So I'll get mine you get yours,
and if we're both happy it's settled forever more"

Spoken word poison,
Leaked on your bib, from all that you've chosen.
Under a sunken chest, chambers remain frozen.
Fighting for life all these years,
Time spent; tears over empty beers.
Your hesitance is what really grids whats left of these rusted gears.
Curled under your willow with nothing more than a weak smile,
Counting crows while you figure out a maze of denial.
Slipping through rough hands seems to be your guile.
And nothing's too good to be true,
At lips last meet, I thought you knew.
Appetent; my love, yet weary waiting for you.