(1) death is for us
forever
at last
this is the color of my endearment
the light of perpetual machinery
for within
let all that remains
let this purify
my thoughts
my enduring
my love
of you
for you
(2) I vacillate
in this occupied space
between
wanting to never
and begging forever
if I had not known
I would still be alone
if I had not been
I could not know
tip toe
on the edge
of this black hole
this close to light
one step slight
to all’s end
this is the line on which I lay
notes… I have endless poems about her, the one, maybe the only one, I tell myself many things, I indulge in many things, I have fantasies, and dreams, and yet time just keeps passing, but I feel no difference, at times there is reprieve but always the return to the baseline… of her. I feel broken with no way to heal, I don’t want pity, or even sympathy, this is all for me, to work out, I imagine some people are the same, or at least I rationalize…
(for more lost love letters visit my collection page)
music… double shot of harsh love tonight, hope you like punk infused energy rock, if not … well…
Shades of My Garden 