all those words,
on facebook,
that don't matter anymore.
it's actually kind of funny now,
not to fall for the eye,
and forgetting the storm.

wet pavement,
***** green towers,
from green lights,
an alternative universe,
spread across the man-made.
all the tiny, sorted puddles,
blinking at the stars,
a sort of quiet protest,
promise nothing,
offer everything.

since that day,
your words rang true.
was never loved,
by one like you.
those honest words,
just can't be true.

since that day,
i loved you too,
i couldn't speak,
but it was true.
now you're gone,
but i'm not through.

and so that rainy day deserves a star,
a wonder not unlike an ark,
a leading light within the dark,
to show what was and surely ours,
a tiny light,
within our broken heart.

pushed daisies,
in front of your eyes,
frivolous lies,
contemptable tries,
egregiously tied,
spliced, you decide.
timid but true,
commendable blur,
technical spur,
an admirable burn.
turnips in bloom,
loving me too,
talkative truth,
a drunkard abused.
used to a life,
like a child had made,
turned, broken glass,
found a peace in the shade.
no, i'm afraid,
your heart, not my goal,
just worshipped the lies,
i always was told.

O' beauty,
your portrait is filterless,
perilous gaze,
like a sun grazing fields.
like your dog, I'll heel,
and hold your image,
through illuminated screen.

the whole world on my shoulders,
i shouldn't feel older,
but I feel out of order.
I want to buy more beer,
to obliterate my self care,
to resolve the next year.