Your last name is a river
fluent of falsely words
as old as your years on Earth
you overflow with futile words
that should had never
found their way out of your mouth
they should had stayed in
and not seen the light of day
and saved me of the futility
of having believed in you.
Futile words weary and worn out
coming out of a shaky pen
being held by an unnerved hand
sustained by a shot arm
futile words are infertile words
that produce no seeds
as much as they are worth
they don't mean much
to the eyes they were meant for
when they are more of a mirage
of the futile life we left behind.
Futile words are an afterthought
more like a liquid sword
transparent like the light of day
changing shape like soft clay
the same matter you mistook my heart for
after those long futile letters
that became paper planes
that flew over the shore and onto the sea
of the wasted memories we had become.
Words that waged a war against love
armed with futile hope
and their best friend solitude by their side
taking their best shot at your heart
and now they wave a white flag
when the battle left them rattled and blown
if they can't no longer worship
the way you breathe
the way you talk, the way you walk
oh futile love of me,
the very air in your lungs.
Your gestures and ****** expressions
became a fixture of my lexicon.
Your name was my one word vocabulary
it became futile adding
new letters to the dictionary
you were my breakfast and lunch
the dreams that became nightmares
futile words are the living breathing force
that brought our souls together
and tore them apart without remorse.
And if they ever found their way to your love
they were redeemed ceasing to be futile
and I want you to know one thing
when it rains think of me
and if it pours think of us
and the future we could have had
because these futile words
where more than just words
they where a ray of hope....
and my life flashing before your eyes.