Not the ephemeral way of our romance…
nor that love, once again, has escaped me.
Now that you’ve decided
to separate and sever these ties,
begin the dividing
where we become things
and feelings go to die.
[…]Shove me back in your closet
or under your bed to collect dust.
A piece in your collection
of broken hearts & broken trust.
his words remind me of life,
they inspire me to feel.
They show me hope
and in me, confide.
I pray the sparks they light
will grow to flames
and melt the ice within.
It is a feeling most contradictory
to know there is a soul of your caliber
so far beyond my grasp.
To know that despite however I stretch or strain
I’ll never reach you.
I am comforted by this awareness.
And I am cursed by it.
I want to believe in a society
built on the foundations of truth
Where love and forgiveness are protecting walls
And faith and hope is the substance within
Where brotherly deeds welcome you inside.
But instead I find myself on a hollywood set
building facades of plastic and plaster
Hollow shells with emptiness inside
Chastisement is the currency
and denial of self – the key to enter
Where you are rewarded for playing a role
and for condemning your brothers.
I found myself in a society that I want to believe in
But that has never believed in me.
Tonight was like the last
filled with screams and insults.
Another battle in your war-
of wounded love and words.
another day dies
and of this i am certain-
we passed with it.