when did all this time
become about passing mine
turns out
5 years and 3 months
isn't all that much

When every outfit change
And new man's body
Never made the feelings go away
She did it anyway
And you never understood
Why her dreams were so small
But the big ones never came
And the world ate every daisy chain
A little girl once made

I've done enough burning bridges
And being burned
And in all these stories
I've never found a heros glory
Or a dragon to slay
Only a bunch of words
That couldn't make the endings change.

Getting older is getting lonelier
As people fall away and fewer stay
There are too many wrongs
For there to be a right
And even when it will all be okay
When it stops and I look around
The scenery will have changed.

the girl is not not in love
she is just not  totally
in love in love
either.

the sharp sting of always
settled into routine
the inevitable of morning
each inhale brings
we're living an american dream
five days a week

the arms of a
grief weighted blanket
held her to sleep
every new night after.

painted
by my own hand
I wore my heart
and its resentments
on my mind
for all to see,
daring him
to look away.