#thescenicmotel
I am in a disoriented dream.
too young to know,
twenty years have passed
almost two years
and you were there or almost near.
its because i'm confused
or i don't understand--
my being in yours
why the moon shines so bright
and I exist this certain way.
but you took me to a place
inside four small walls,
one small space, a tub, a mirror
one bed, near the hills
of San Gabriel and the concrete
We sat in a tree and jumped a fence
but emotions ran too high
and I never added up quite right
in your mind--
My words spoiled the truth
and they stained the trust
they weaved together anger
and spilled tears
We wanted and tried
so hard for love,
I relied on you
you relied on me
yin and yang
we sat, interconnected
yet opposing each other
our energies combining
and combating
We sipped a bottle of sky
in the friendly El Monte
I left your side, I've left your side
too many times..
but you came back
pounding on the door of the Scenic
, your there and
I never want to let go again
and your body feels perfect next to mine
never wanting to leave
that bed
wanting to drift back to sleep
in your arms
but we leave this place,
The Scenic becomes
a memory
and now thats all thats left.
hoping you might still remember me.
Apr 17, 2014
Apr 17, 2014 at 3:47 AM UTC