i say what i want and i write what i feel.
there is never a filter.
it’s not poetry; it’s life.
if i lived in a perfect world,
i would abandon reason.
and i would cast away the thoughts of others,
along with all the fear.
and i would tell you,
that a part of me still loves you,
will always love you,
and will never stop.
and if i lived in a perfect world,
sans reason and shame,
i would fall back into your arms with joy
and sleep in your arms for eternity.
but then everything would come rushing back,
as it has been for days,
and it would all happen again.
the wetness in my eyes from crying myself to sleep the night before.
the aches in my head from alcohol, trying to forget.
the soreness in my body from working myself to death.
the stabs in my heart every time i think about you and her.
that i might be without,
if we lived in a perfect world.
it’s not an invitation. i just couldn’t keep lying to myself.