The Unread LetterMore Like This
If I could go back in time
I would, and say what I really wanted to say
Then maybe, just maybe you would still be mine
And I never would have had to go through all of this pain
I yearn to take it all back
To cast away every word that was said
I want you to know I didn't mean any of that
Because I knew you were the one when we first met
You're the one that let go
I was the one to get left behind
You're the one that took my soul
I was the one that had a break down that night
You said nothing
And left me waiting
I needed you to say something
I silently pleaded for you to say anything
Maybe I thought it was a hollow threat
But I knew it was a damaging move you meant
If I only had one wish
I would ask to see you once again
And then I would beg for forgiveness
Just to try and undo all of my unjustified destruction
Every mistake made
All of the tears that were shed
ShutteredI sit at my deskMore Like This
and look at the world
through a window
divided into four
squares that frame the
into neat little sections
of blue and green.
My life is like that -
boundless skies and
of me contained
so closely that
if anyone ever
tears off my
shutters, breaks my
glass, throws open
the heavens, never
to be again
Messages to the HareMessages to bare-More Like This
You love her because she is not me.
I love you because you are not you.
Late at night I remember stories
of my mother when she was my age,
the things she accomplished seem
magical to me now, they tease me.
I can never be my mother.
Mess age two bear
I tell my friends softly, unsteadily
that I am gay. It's inconsequential.
I don't know how good I have it.
I Wish it Was that Simple Not a care in the WorldMore Like This
she swings her feet
Savoring each flavored peice
Bright and Many
a Rainbow of Sugar
snow to Come
or brings Down her World
I am Thinking Way too FastArmed with coffee in one hand, and an acoustic guitar in the otherMore Like This
youll find me staggering over Motowns finest potholes,
wishing it were first grade again
and the only numbers I could ever crunch
were there to guide me along.
My pitiable pinky finger extended
Ill pivot to connect the stars in the sky.
Ill saunter through the park taking mental snapshots
of the middle age lovers on midnight strolls,
kids contravening curfews,
and the senior citizens fearing the future.
Well sit by the sea and smile when
I cant remember chord progressions
and the homeless man with the dog
tells us tales of how he used to be one hell of a drummer
and found himself in the geriatric ward.
Ill mouth his words to let you know
this is becoming too routine for us.
Autumn has so much more to offer.