The devils in the details. The angels in the wings. I loved as hard as I could but it was never enough. I never saw the manual. I never understood how. The mechanics were easy in and out over and over. I needed Love for Dummies, ******* all I had back then.
I've run a thousand miles at least. Am I running to or from I wonder? Am I chasing youth? Do I run from years? I run from promises I made and I run to lovers to make more pinky swears. I'll chase Her until I die in your heart.
I killed my God by mistake. I thought He was all powerful. He made everything I loved a sin. My sins piled up so fast. I thought I could confess fast and keep the curve flat but it became a huge mountain and my guilt buried us both.
There's a sliver of time and space where God hides. He hates fame and created His hidey hole. If you saw Him you'd go mad by His perfection and Godliness. Let's just say He's everywhere.
Would you believe my I Love You? If I made promises to quit ***** and quit destroying Christmas and the kid's birthday and our date night can you ever believe me? I can't. I'll never be sober again. Will we ever make love again?
1970 I hid in a shallow hole as explosions tore the earth around me with impunity. Communists tried to **** me and I didn't want to die. I remembered the fireworks on the Fourth of July when we first kissed and held hands. I have come to doubt what I once held as true. Wars are never moral and sinners are never forgiven for their sins.
He was dependable in all weather. She was a free spirit yearning for love. Lost lovers destined to be, united against all odds. The take away is this; Miracles happen every day to everyone of us but we're too blind to see them.
The night is ending the light is bending into another day we live as if we planned the whole **** thing all along but we know we're lost in riptides, swept up in tornadoes, we're dice tossed in a drunken frenzy crossed fingers and the house always wins. Hangovers are our mornings and a hair of the dog gets me to work on time for Friday donuts and smiles.
If I were a younger me I'd steal you from your so called life and show you how we could live without the fences. Lust would be our guide to an ending we'd always regret. The wonders we'd know on the way would be worth it. Grand kids would never forget.
You were a Vision in a bar with a halo, gold hair against a window, angel's promise to save me from myself. I want to see you as you are now every single day that I am living.
Please don't save me from myself I have my needs and want them. My shaking hand will write my song just a ***** with his sharp pen. The needle holds the promise of a heaven and an Amen.
I'm scared I couldn't. I'm scared I could. I thought I wouldn't. Then I finally did. I followed my heart and divorced my life. My lover sets me afire where we feel it most. We live modest now. We eat at home alone together every night with black in my soul. The condo's quiet, no sons or dogs or her.
Marriage is a minefield but you know where the explosives are buried.
It's gonna' be a dark lonely Sunday alone in Motel 6 with the queen who owns my soul. We met in the war overseas. I brought my darling home. She quiets noise, calms nerves, fills my empty space awhile. We'll marry when I overdose.
I'm sane and insane. I'm honest and a liar. I'm a thief and generous with things you need. I love and I hate you in turns that I can't understand. I see you in perfect halo then your sun blinds me. I'll never see you again.
I give up. I've tried all my life to find Love that sweeps me off my feet. West Side Story Maria and Tony love. The only thing I find is lust. It's loves' villain that kills families and innocence and my hope after all.
I'm a ****** Romantic. I keep falling in love. I've been through Love's terrible pain forever. I'm 71 but pheromones spin their magic and I can't stop wanton desire. Susan is my target tonight.
Lost love smells of rotting corpses, failed battles and the futility of war. I wake screaming. I never slept and the old grey man in my mirror smiles. I think of our magic times. I smell your perfume. We'll dance in my cups.
They always look torn to shreds and halfway to dead but never die. They gather like clouds and demand attention and food. They **** on your suit and hair but pay you no mind at all.
Laborers in ties tending computers. 9th floor and paper airplanes out the window. Benny Boo night shift games with Joe and Rick and Bill. Candy machine our pinata. We clutch our essence desperate not to be cogs.
It's such a sweet notion after all. I have an ******* so I'm in love. I'm jealous so I'm in love. I'll die if you leave, I'm in love. You are my breath and heartbeat. I love love love love love you!
Forever turns out to be a long time. I devoured you on our wedding night. You were all I'd ever want to eat again. Wedding cake got old after a year or so. Vows so sacred became children's prayers. We used to always kiss goodnight but now we sleep in different bedrooms because I work late and you dream of a lover you once had who promised to have and hold 'til death do us part.
As honest as it gets. That scale gives you your money's worth. Weigh my love for you. Is it even? Does your love balance? Do my tears weigh the same? Does my misery weigh the same? Will my suicide move the scale? Will your tears even it all out? Love's a slaughterhouse. We die in chutes always in love.
It's happened before. I've fallen in love a million times and the fire always dies on beds of boredom. I want to keep on with it but I can't fake an *******.
I heard you in the distance calling to your lover. I'm always so jealous. Call me. I'll be whatever you want. Silence so loud it breaks my heart. I've never heard silence like this. I hear silence only the dead hear.
Bury truth in the backyard in the shade of the Deceit tree. Be careful not to disturb the skeletons in the closet. All families have secrets. Forget the abortions. Change the wedding date so she arrived 9 months later. Uncle Ed never killed a man and overdosed in a crack house.
She was my most demanding. Claws always at my throat for attention. She ****** me into real dreams. I needed that *****. Mother's milk and first **** but always the final shot.
I wake each day in a house of mirrors. I stand inside a different me. I see me leaving a wife who begs me to love her for the kid's sake. I can't. I want a mirror to fool me. I see my kind friend Joe who always saw the good and was killed picking up a hitchhiker after all. I want a mirror to fool me. I see my father still wet behind the ears flying a bomber in a war as a pawn for them who don't care. I want a mirror to fool me. I see my cousin with ancient broken heart, the wound that never heals, choose slow suicide by *****. I want a mirror to fool me. I see a man who doesn't know how to love a wife no matter how many times he tries. He writes poems. I want a mirror to fool him.
The letter comes in the mail you've been waiting your whole life for. We want to publish your collection of poetry you submitted and you'll be famous and the toast of towns. Women will swoon and you can be as drunk as you want and misbehave. You're celebrated.
I'm Okay and all of that. It was only me that died. Easier than I expected. I feel for those poor souls at my funeral shedding tears and praying for me.