Giant bowl of pasta in my lap Such moments of passion, enthusiasm So glad to walk out the door.
But ****. Its those small moments, that make you miss I know you feel it too.
Crippling, crippling You said it was. Happy small moments But the moments could not and did not Sustain me I wrote a thousand poems, you read Almost them all And no matter what I tried to do with my art My words, I couldn't make us work.
A girlfriend looked deep in my eyes last night In between sips of red wine And she said: "You have been here for 9 months. You are a BABY. A newborn baby." I wish I wasn't so ******* myself.
I spent 9 months trying to make it work I spent 9 months digging my hands into the earth Saying and whispering Maybe this time, maybe now On days where we had no plans Or I did not hear from you My life felt less livable.
I couldn't do it anymore I couldn't continue to bake and create Be my best self With the misery of knowing this was going no where You could. You wanted to. To just keep a piece of me Even if it was just a little But I walked out the door Finally.
I wish I could tie up all of my feelings in a string Of ribbons, bows, woes Make sense of them all and release them into the sky I know I will so deeply thank myself in time.
Tough lovin' I've known the truth all along But I needed to rewrite it a bit I felt so thrown away, so forgotten I know you must I know you must I know you must
What does it ******* matter. So I run through the hail I lipstick my face I paint my hair blonde as the moon Silver like the hail and ice outside I burn and I roast Rising above what we could never be.
Talking over wine, hours and hours Of relating, philosophizing My life is so ******* beautiful.
I know you will be there In your little suit, a smile on your face Chipper, your face red from the night before It kills me that my friends have so little good to say About you About us.
But I wave goodbye to it all Like a princess bride Professional, kind, distant We will be friends in time But mama's gotta get back out there Mama has too much to do Mama has to grow out of infancy.
You would place your hand on my stomach As you made love to me Fantasizing, you would say Intoxicating to dream But I look those dreams Your dreams In the face
And I wash them away I light a fire to them Rising above the flames.