mine or yours?

crookedleaf Poems

No keys have turned these locks too far The clocks, we seized and burned Erased? Replaced? No… We’ve just misplaced the time (not a waste) Together To get her For the fair weather Lesions learned Not lessons And not life Scars. Burned. Not bridges Increase or lessen? I’m unconcerned The dreams did matter It’s the wine glass, shattered on the wall Ashes, ashes, and in the end we do not fall Crash and clatter Hopes and dreams? The places once redeemed? Now crooked like these leaves Deceive, seethe, Grief and release? Please to pleasure But mother **** the fair weather Fine. I’ll release these ties that bind my throat and wrist. And I’ll give you the gist of it all Ashes, ashes, in the end we fall Smashed and battered Hopes and dreams? What the **** do they matter? Tattered and torn Like the wine glass, scattered on the floor But the door shut when you walked away But I still miss it all I’d take the chance, the fall again Only if I knew Sundays may be the hardest But for me it’s every The envy of the other’s kiss The other’s fu— I’m sorry… *** The nights and weekends I reminisce While you over(?)analyze Unconditional, yes As it always will So long as it’s still free So long as I can still breathe And so long as I have these skeleton keys Your keychain may be empty, but not mine And your love… life… it may all be lost but not mine For I am longing, and I AM with trust And I do care for the dust I’ve been burned I have the scars But I am no different I breathe But not so easily anymore