You've been
sleeping with the thought of forever on your breath,
but forever was never promised to mortal men.
You've been
ripping her heart out and calling it love,
throwing your fists against every semi-permanent object
and calling it art.
Your skin doesn't like the feel of ambivalence, so you
smoke too much to have a reason for
wasting time in parking lots and for growing dark circles
under your eyes.
You can't stand the thought of
waking up in the same bed you've always been in,
you can't stand the thought of looking at her
like she might mean something to you; so you
chain smoke until the sun comes up,
destroy everything semi-permanent just to say you've left
a mark somewhere. And you sleep
with the thought of forever on your lips
to drown out the notion that something mortal like her
could not last.
Apr 2, 2018
Apr 2, 2018 at 10:20 PM UTC
You've been
sleeping with the thought of forever on your breath,
but forever was never promised to mortal men.
You've been
ripping her heart out and calling it love,
throwing your fists against every semi-permanent object
and calling it art.
Your skin doesn't like the feel of ambivalence, so you
smoke too much to have a reason for
wasting time in parking lots and for growing dark circles
under your eyes.
You can't stand the thought of
waking up in the same bed you've always been in,
you can't stand the thought of looking at her
like she might mean something to you; so you
chain smoke until the sun comes up,
destroy everything semi-permanent just to say you've left
a mark somewhere. And you sleep
with the thought of forever on your lips
to drown out the notion that something mortal like her
could not last.