Happy Birthday Mylie
And here, sheltered between thin blankets of skin, speckled with black lashes, enclosed by the empty endless wall that draws the perimeter of my mind, I am allowed to imagine.
I am here.
I see many splendid arches, and hold substance so pure that its very touch permeates from limb to limb with reverence for all fond memories.
I see many things, but most importantly I see you. Your long lost locks.
The figure I earn for most when I regain materialism.
Of all the marvelous fancy that my young mind can fathom, yours is the dream that I miss most when this conversation is over.
I can never get a hold of that girl when she’s alone I try but I know that she’s screening her phone.
For jerks like me,
Looking for redemption,
A pathetic falling out
A wanting display of grace.
I’m tired of my legs holding everything up right. I try but I know that I’m afraid of any other fight.
All the dead and I,
Forage the living for some truth,
Every victim is aware,
Of some inevitable fate.
I woke up this morning
my legs didn’t
they stayed in bed like a home sick prom kid without a date
I only really notice the sun when its dark inside
and you’re dancing with shadows
I can’t be there to catch you pedals But I always know the look when your chain finds slack The most fruitful in the batch meddles In all ways flows and hooks when the pain finds next year We testify to our guilty feelings Diluted progress that rises to the ceiling Don’t stop now keep reeling
I’m ready to forget how I got here.
It hurts to bad to face the truth.
I’m ready to pretend that I woke up one day, And was lying next to you.
I will continue to learn how to pretend.
The world continues to pretend to learn.
I have piles of cedar stacked for miles on end, And a fire just beginning to burn.
I’m really not sure when I woke up in this room.
I’m really not sure if i’m planning to stay.
But if this is really the beginning, darling, Then i’ll be gladly on my way.
And entirely unaffected.
Obviously over prescribed,
And desperately in need of help
I will Die young of natural causes.
Will leave a weeping widow to bear our child.
I will Die young of natural causes,
And only the lifeless
Will know why the sorrow is here.
Only that which knows no life will understand why I had to Die.