Hours drift by unknowingly to me.
I just can't cut to the chase and my dreams hold no possible chance for resolution either.
And your poetry book I have just now finished,
You know the one you let me borrow the first time
But something in your brain went awry and we were both sad.
Only you still had your glow and mine burnt out sometime ago.
And so anyway, you wanted rid of me but that book you wanted to keep.
So I returned it prompt and it's full pages still blank to me.
Well now here I am back with this poetry book.
Cuz I guess you thought of me as like the words written and you wanted to read and keep me again many times.
Even though we both know I never gave myself for anyone else to play keeps with.
And the book that had to be returned, well it found it's way back into my life again.
You set it on my purse right before I left.
You said "Take it."
Which sounded too familiar to me for I thought the same lines over in my head
Every time I stare into your Ocean eyes
"Take it." I say in my mind
And then you do.
And I live the pain of holding whats not really mine,
Just like this **** book that found it's way into my hands again
That oddly I shall return for a second time
"Take it." and then you will.
And now I am awake & finished & unknowing what to now do at 4:17am
& the People Do Look Like Flowers At Last
Taking it for all it's worth with this ****** good poetry of paper resting it's face on my chest
In the spot where yours should be.