My Teenage years;
Teenage years with people saying 'sit down and shut up'
Teenage years with no one caring
Teenage years with physical abuse
Teenage years with razor blades
Teenage years with no mother
Teenage years with bottles of pills
Teenage years with ****** assualt
Teenage years with suicide attempts
Teenage years with no reason to live
Teenage years spent pining for what was lost.
© Copyright Tyler Atherton
I sold my soul
for those bony hands
and you stomped on it
for a couple grams
I found you again today.
In a box
I almost threw you away,
Buried in a bunch.
A mess of high school calculus
And little lost ideas.
Dead words. Love words now withered, Like bandages about a corpse.
You can't heal the dead ya know.
I guess even the richest king
Must end up in a tomb.
Mouth agape in frozen complaint.
Covered sadly, with golden futility.
By those who knew him so little.
But, it spoke as it always did
Simply and impossible to ignore.
Like sand in the eyes.
Like your eyes.
Reminding me of old foot prints.
Reminding me of me
When love was so singular,
Easy and yet.....
It oiled my rusty smile
To kiss you good bye
Found a 20 year old love letter from my now ex wife. Melancholly at 3:41 AM.