Waiting on the elevator For my day of labor Instant gratification after Days of waiting safer Now we talk in secret Spaces craving the others Flavor of disgust leaving Rust in my joints and bones Masochistic I remember Pain has always been my Home.
Iron legs brittle to the touch ready to snap like dry twigs, and yet it still carries mulch, tools, and plants. Wheels tried and true. Metal a sunset hue. It’ll collapse no doubt into a heap on the ground spilling its contents to be judged by the earth. I wonder what will finally make it fail. The stones? The dirt? The rain? It’s a matter of when, not if. All carriers crumble under the weight.
Do you feel it too?? The love we had, that glitter Our memories, in a wonder! Now it just shakes and stutter. Like rusty nails that were depraved from water. We are together, but we fell apart a long time ago. We are like two people, who didn't matter... We are separate, with love that ran cold. In love with each other, but in a different cluster!
I love yhu, but it's just not enough. Yhu don't make any effort. I love yhu, but Yhu're painful!