so what if i only come back to you with drink on my tongue
and wayward sighs, coughs and hiccups.
even if the stars have made us blind
we are so clearly unblind in this love
we trace, draw and dictate what and who did us wrong in the past
and we compare the scars of those lessons learned
and wake up no different to anyone.
today you are still stumbling and grappling with your past
and everything is weighing on you and your sense of gravity.
the winter snow is melting around us
and the water's are less than silver pools
and you are trudging through to the other side
miles away from where you started.
with a new love
and new perspective on life
with hopes dashed and let go on the wayside.
she represents the ugly side of love
and i keep telling you to quit looking for the same outcome that you would provide-
in her letting go
she is not graceful nor
delicate in her dance
you must learn this lesson with a stilted wedge as your guide
i witness this part of your life
and even in my lonlliest moments
i could never justify this sort of disregard.
you make up
i make up
for the loss
of something we gave up on years ago
yet still
we hold on to some sort of fairy tale ending
that never happens in these sort of corners.
i wake up each day to a new story
and try not to become jaded in a experience i'm only witnessing vicariously-
i never asked for this
and you never asked for this
and i tell my story and command that it will be different
and that little comfrey bird tells me-
never
say
never
that i will or would put myself in the exact same place.
i won't pretend for a minute that i wouldn't give in easily to this same place
with you.
i'd be your fool
i would be your mat
and place to rest
devoid of my own feelings
oblivious of your greed
out of my love
out of love
for you
i'd be your fool my lover
a hundred times through
and in the words that ring off your tongue i'd also ask
could you be loved....
and answer in the same breath-
yes!
yes.
yes.....
