Where do I go when
two roads diverging ahead
become one, and the west coast flames
disguise insecurity and reality?
I cannot begin
to explain
how black these
night skies tremble,
as if somehow
I sleep the sun away
because I cannot bring myself
to trust the light.
I am so withered.
bring me back to life
with rose petals and broken vases;
I am accustomed
to tending broken gardens
as I am a butler
to the trivial rituals
that is the current cascade
of exile and hate -
please
please
please
help me find
home
home
my heart.
I mistake it for gravestones -
whats a heart worth if left all alone?
Leave it long enough, and watch it turn to stone.
Why must we always be untrue?
Nov 13, 2018
Nov 13, 2018 at 2:38 AM UTC
Where do I go when
two roads diverging ahead
become one, and the west coast flames
disguise insecurity and reality?
I cannot begin
to explain
how black these
night skies tremble,
as if somehow
I sleep the sun away
because I cannot bring myself
to trust the light.
I am so withered.
bring me back to life
with rose petals and broken vases;
I am accustomed
to tending broken gardens
as I am a butler
to the trivial rituals
that is the current cascade
of exile and hate -
please
please
please
help me find
home
home
my heart.
I mistake it for gravestones -
whats a heart worth if left all alone?
Leave it long enough, and watch it turn to stone.
Why must we always be untrue?
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