This language, everblooming It has so easily poisoned us But you dust off those empty phrases Washing stains out of rageful exchanges This white flag is half in your hand And half in mine A haphazard grocery list Stopped at tomatoes Continued as a list of those “we would never go there" words I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Written like punctuation in the spills Now I'm picking up dinner plates off the walls So many weapons were thrown and old secrets hashed A mess left with us drowning in the aftermath I think the salad is now dressed in curses and ill wishes But despite all that I think it's your silence that will **** me
They say it’ll sail away They say it’ll drive aboard A boat, a ship let’s tell the difference The shamefulness of the distinguish
The boat was once lived in It was something we saw to be built bigger Each piece bounded by enchanted sealant But to the storm it was just something to bury With the last bit of light the sun kisses it goodnight And with the last secure vest for rescue it’s set for one of us to die There’s no guess, I’m the wreckage Sinking down as the sunset took a rest
Can I make a wish with my last breath?
The fall is a story in of itself A last look that captures it all The name of the ship that saved you, Brutus, sails off.
the silence hangs in the air suspended, it doesn't drift, it just floats, waiting for someone to make a move, waiting for something to improve, but instead, all that's left, are careless words, and broken souls.
just came home and wanted to eat calmly but I guess that doesn't happen in my family lol
im sorry I know it takes a while for my thoughts to reach my mouth and im sorry the delay gives you the wrong impression im sorry I've been hiding how bad my trauma really is because i don't want to be known as the one with depression im sorry im sorry im sorry I tried to reconnect and try to mend the bond when I know you wont change the single frozen sliver of ice in the warmth i know you have. im sorry im sorry im sorry that im no longer sorry for leaving your ice is contagious and fatal im sorry I gave up trying to convince you that it is there im sorry it hurts me more than it should and im sorry i wasn't tough enough to bear the cold for longer
there is an owl out there somewhere in the darkness kept secret by whispering trees shrouded in shadow by leaf and cloud it seems to have a question for any who will listen politely but persistently it inquires pausing briefly awaiting an answer before asking again and again; whether intended or not this interrogation has infuriated the old boy and seemingly every other canine in the vicinity
the dark brooding cloud that hangs some way off is the distance between us supercell of anxiety will it rain or just dissipate is the thunder threatening or just the rumblings of a fresh summer storm after a heatwave
we both look at the forecast for tomorrow and with heavy hearts see what the long range predictions are there may be some patches of sunshine in moments when we forgive and forget the odd warm day here and there but we both know winter is coming and snow is on the horizon