November 18 2010

1

beggars cant be
choosers
i beg and get what i
want
and dont want it anymore
for i'm left alone
on my couch

just drinking
by myself
but that's what i begged
for all along
and it's gone on every
night
over and over
again
me left typing
with a drink in hand

words come out wrong
sometimes
saying what you don't
want said
what i really want
is my own bed
with your head on my chest


2

your memories
crush me from the inside
grabbing and squeezing
trying to hold on
by the thin wire wrapped
around my rib cage

the rain from those
two years
flooded my lungs
drowning me in sorrow
for time wasted on nothing

clouds for that time
stir and blur
my vision
so i'll never see
clear again

green paper
burned for heat
left us trying to
regain any sort of
feelings

all these things will
be left there
as scars
on my sleeve
just to hold our peace


3

the beauty in your eyes
stuffs my throat
so my true feelings for you
can't be set free

you leave me here to
suffocate
on the smoke from the fire
burning inside of me

lips tied tight
with a thin thread
that has pierced and sewn
my mouth shut

maybe you're afraid
the same has happened to you
and that there won't be a
doctor
surgeon
or tailor
around to help you