The Gifts That You Bring

exhale
this self doubt
angst ridden teenagers
with nothing on our backs
except the broken pieces of our hearts.

i can never remember
the way i met so many people;
they mean so much to me...
it kills me
as i try to explain
what it is to forget.

the streets will cry,
as the moon sat weeping,
the sun stopped burning for you,
in the place where the sky stops;
i find the scent of your skin,
the silkiness of your hair,
- the way that you kiss;
was taught to you by these lies.

these memories that we share together,
are so juxtaposed,
inverted so lovely and cold,
i let go this time
of this rope -
will that make you happy?
to waste in this abyss
my eyes are so thirsty


i know...
you never meant it.







The Gifts That You Bring