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Matt McAlister May 2019
My broken heart bleeds red.
My burnt mind craves the blues.
I walk my path alone; my desperate soul stays next to you.
Matt McAlister Jan 2018
More of my favorite whiskey passes my lips.
I'll drink again tonight until it all makes sense.
Gotta be drunk enough to forget your quips.
I'll get to that level where my head just spins.

A glass filled full never lasts too long.
How does it still hurt when I've been so strong?
"Time heals all" has never been more wrong.
This is the last time I'll go to bed on my own.

My blood and this ***** pair so ******* perfectly.
Another bottle’ll steal all the time that’s left from me.
I left a glass half full when I'm more than half empty.
Tonight I'll be drowning in more than self-pity.
Matt McAlister Mar 2017
My mind wanders farthest when I'm alone.
Likely looking for who I don't need.
Someone too far to send my love by radio.
Someone too wild to hold on to dreams.

Curtains swayed at an open window
to reveal what I tried not to see.
And foreign characters couldn't hide the truth I saw written out on that screen.

Your voice burned its mark on my soul,
reminding me to learn from my mistakes.
When everything is gone if I'm still alone
I'll thank the stars of Aries for the pain.
Matt McAlister Aug 2016
At night I cling to thoughts of alternative endings.
If I had, if I had, if I hadn’t moved your hand.
As close as a hug is as distant as a glare, the one at graduation.
But if I hadn’t moved your hand…If I had let your mind play out through your body, play through my body. Nobody has to know, wants to know, needs to know what your thoughts were, your body wanted. Your reclusion hurt me, but I cling to something too embarrassing to discuss,
too crazy to tell you, too far in the past to cling to, but “if I had” doesn’t comfort me like if I hadn’t moved your hand.
Meant to be read without much pause
Matt McAlister Jul 2016
I want to carve pumpkins with you.
I want to plant a garden with you.
I want to see the mountains and listen to the wind with you.
I want to watch the clouds with you.
I want to whisper my dreams to you.
I want to make light of the dark and have sweet innocence with you.
I want to go to the clubs with you.
I want to live in the night with you.
I want to feel the music’s rhythm and make art of our own with you.

I want it all with you.
It’s hard to convey to you.
But I know that I need you.

I am in love with you.
This is for you.
  May 2016 Matt McAlister
Shreya Inks
Took my pills on time;
left my phone on though,
I've been doing fine;
no signs of you.
Sale season is on;
I picked up a sweater in blue,
late Saturday night;
no signs of you.
How old books lie last in a pile;
sure, they're lovely too,
been reading Arab authors;
no signs of you.
I scored good in a game;
that's something new,
I play, but it's boring;
no signs of you.
Late nineties rap;
yeah I listened to a few,
it's on loop now;
no signs of you.
Good people are still there;
but I don't see any clue,
they're all out of time;
no signs of you.
They draw hearts on paper;
but don't have one I knew,
late February;
no signs of you.
I don't borrow but;
looks like some debt is due,
don't remember any;
maybe signs of you.
"Some people are like air balloons, once you slip them out of your hands -they won't ever land on your ground. They will fly high and end up on someone else's roof. You might never know where they went, 'cause the time of getting them out of your sight is very less. Longer you set your sight on them, deeper it will ache."
Matt McAlister May 2016
I can't find it in my heart to love you
the way you want me to.
I've not been good enough for you.
You can't be strong enough for two.

It wasn't easy in the start.
But you pushed us to start new.
Said we could do what lovers do
But our love can’t make it through

Don't take my hand.
Things have really changed.
This isn't the same old dance.
What's left is burned.

Be happy on your own.
See life through clearer frames.
You’ll be happier alone.
You're not the only one who’s hurt.
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