I’m sorry that I couldn’t find happiness, even in the nooks and crannies of life.

Today I tried to die
Wrinkled my nose up at life

Sleeping soberly awake, drunkenly aware of the state I’m napping in.

When I reach out, you’re not there. A figment of my imagination. A feeling beyond compare. But I will, I’ll compare you to everyone and anything that makes me feel something, but not enough.

I’ve got to move on from the grave of grief I built you in my backyard. Today’s the first and last day I’ll sit beside your final resting place. When they asked me where I wanted you to be buried I said I didn’t care, because I knew in my heart you weren’t here. You were weaved and wrapped around my veins, all drains lead to the oceans at least that’s what they all say. When I leave your body here and my body there, I promise I won’t forget you dear. I’ll grow my roots to you, circle back and tuck you in. Wrap you in the sweetest linen, and finally let the love in. I’ve got to move on from the grave of grief I built you in my backyard.

I wish when you spoke of poetry, it was about me. When your lips licked similes off the page, I wish it was me. Always will

Do I have to display my pain on stage for pay? Do you need to hear the crack in my voice to earn the coin? To know the sincerity in my lack of integrity is worth the paycheck.