Saturday, July 20, 2013

New

I'll wait for this to pass
I'll sit here with my rope
The words clogging in my throat.

It's 3am and we've been here before
Our hearts creak like the old floorboards
It's time to cut our cord(s).

This house doesn't feel the same
the new paint smell turned stale
I don't want to see you from the window pane.

Tears my skin, darkens my heart
I wrap this hurt around you
until you can't breathe.

Take off this blindfold
I don't want to make you dinner
the air is getting thinner.

Come closer so I can get one last look
at what I used to love and what used to love me.
A fairytale planned, it didn't come for free.

These new shoes won't fail,
take me where you won't follow
This house will end you with one swallow.