The Impossible

That which can be
felt by the skins
of our fingertips
Yet, has never been
Further from our
Arduous aspirations
That which can never
Be,
Though, has the
Promise of a father
Engraved with memories
of old, Scars
worn by new
Storms

The Impossible

Subversive love
you were never
Mine,
Wishing well which
Quenched my thirst,
I saw my reflection
at the bottom
of you.
I know it is
Impolite to stare
But mirrors turn me
Inside out, and
Narcissistic,
I can't help it.
I threw all of my
Pennies to the
Fountain of Youth.

The Impossible

Gibberish & Ginger Root,
Spice of life,
Salt of Earth,
Suckerfish, you
Parasite, Where have
you been, Since first
I needed you?

Is the empty space
Between or beings
Still considered
Nothing?

Or, is there always
Something connecting
me to
you?

The Impossible

Well...

More painful memories
To add to the collection.
For, I have died a thousand times
And continue to,
Once each day,
Knowing that my time will go on
Without you.
But it's you I mourn over.
It's the loss of who I thought you were.
The person you promised to be.
And now
You've opened your pedals
And revealed your true colors.
And I ain't mad at ya.
I'm just disappointing
That even after it all,

I still loved you anyway