I live in his mind
The spaces between old lovers and shower thoughts
His mind is my favorite past time
The way he sees this numb world In road signs and rooftops
He sees complexity in my dreary brown eyes
I travel through his day dreams
Searching through his thoughts like a filling cabinet of Manila folders
Ilooking for my name
But it’s wasn’t my name…
It was hers..
Every memory of us sho...
I remember knocking on your office door to bring you coffee or ask about work
The response was always the same
Another closed door and a scholding
But the next day I’d run back knocking
I defended you to my friends
Made them think you were the perfect father
Not the drunk one Coming home at four in the morning
Not the father who I’d hide from behind a locked door from
Not the father I had
I...
I wake up to find myself alone in our bed
The right side of the bed still made
It’s cold without your warm embrace
I reach out hoping to find the slightest hint of you
But I’m just humoring my grieving thoughts
I know the bed will stay unmade
I still smell your perfume on my bed sheets
Tears flow out of my eyes while the raindrops flow off the roof
I wondering if the clouds miss you like I ...
Missing you is a different type of poison
It’s moves slowly creeps into my vains
It drowns my lungs
It’s toxicity doesn’t have a simple antidote
And everlasting cycle of relapse
Missing you is a record on repeat
The words distorting
The music slowly fades into my mind
The repetition stable never shifting
Missing you is a step away from a cliff
Willing myself to jump back into your arms
...
