I lay on the floor
besides my bed,
My cats wondering
what’s wrong with me,
Walking back and forth
And back and forth,
Just to end up laying on the
Floor with me
I’m trying to sleep
To forget,
How your eyes gleamed
Hurt and betrayal,
I’ll get up today
And tomorrow
And the day after that.
But on some days,
I can’t wait to lay
On the floor to think
About you one more
Time
Until the day it’ll be the last.

you say my writing is
beautiful
but you forget that you’re
the one
inspiring it

The spirit fell into the speech trap. The torrent of words roused the senses, and a yearning for celebration began to grow in the mind. When the thought of this significant occurrence crossed the mind, the two forks of that desire stopped on the tip of the tongue.

bloated and rotted
abandoned on the roadside
i lay down with you

A tad bit loose
You wear it well
This wrinkled suit
In which you find yourself

Thread bare
To the bone
This suit you've used
For who knows how long

Scuffed and scraped
Patched and sewn
Once priced high
Now bid low

Shimmered, shined
Once colored bright
This now loose suit
Past trimmed and tight

This worn out suit
You now have on
You’ll wear it well
Till you buy the farm