You were under the assumption
you could have whatever you wanted.
But you can't have me.
Take your slick-boy words
and your poison-covered lips
and get out of my city--
it's illegal to have trash
out on the streets.
We stand at a stalemate
of not wanting to let go of the past
but not willing to go forward
with the future.
With fox-like eyes,
you were always in disguise.
You pretended it was all for fun--
never admitting that I had won.
There are novels in your soul
and oceans in your eyes.
But I am cursed with going blind,
and can only touch water
when I touch the sky.
And where did you go, my dear?
Are you lost, are you near?
If only I can discover which way you've gone--
then maybe I'll know why you aren't the one.
The sad part about feelings going numb
is that the happiness fades along with the pain--
although I don't miss you like I did,
I can no longer recall the reason we laughed whole nights away
or remember the feeling of awe
I once felt in your presence.
Neither of us got the last word
because there were no words spoken.
Your silence meant you didn't care
when mine meant I was giving up.
I have experienced hell
and let me tell you
it is unassuming--
But it's not the look of the place that makes it
but the feel
and the people it contains.
I will never forget the feeling
of gazing out at an icy ocean
my lungs were desperate to taste.
Sometimes, ya just gotta let the emotions out.