I’ve thought about calling you up, but I change my mind. We said our goodbyes and now is not the time. It’s lonely out here on these Wyoming plains, but I’m the one who ran so I’m the one to blame. Amidst missing you, I love it out here. I can only hope that one day it’ll be your truck that I hear; hell, I’d be content with your voice on the telephone. Just anything to know that I left a mark like the one you left on my heart.
Mountain heights and thin air climbs, but I breathe to fast and soar to high.
I’m watching bubbles stream to the top of my champagne with marks on the rim where my lips had been.
I break my heart to find the words to fill these white spaces. It’s an addiction
to the possibilities,
to the loss,
to the way it makes me feel,
to the way the words fill my head and swirl round and round until I write them down.
These poems aren’t built from pixie dust and glitter, they form from broken hearts and sweet things turned bitter.
Your love is a heroin drug I stopped cold. I shiver like it’s freezing in the thousand degree heat of my lips on yours, but it’s a phantom dream and you’re a surreal fantasy in an addicted mind that can’t turn back right. I’m fucked up from only two nights of you and it’s throwing me into a heroin dream. My dear I never knew what you could do to me. Oh how you have wrecked me.
Oh Time – will this pain ever ease?
I’ll never love, and never lie in another’s arms for long. It’s safer in the predawn dark to walk alone than suffer the scars upon my heart and in my bones.
I run to far and burn to hot tracing stars in a Wolf Moon sky reading signs,
which never lie.
Breaking our hearts against the world
we pour out our souls onto paper as white as snow,
blackening it with our words.
I miss you tonight. I miss that unconditional love no matter how flawed it was. I’m to old for this damn bar scene. I’m not 21 anymore and I’m not naive.
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My favorite sweater doesn’t smell like you. It wasn’t a stolen relic from a burned out love. No it was never yours, but I wear it like it was.