Across my chest you scrawled to say you loved him
I heard it from your lips you told him I was yesterday's news
A distant memory lingering out of sight.
My breaths have no weight anymore
And I'm on my last pack
A quick hit from a cheap pleasure
I only get smiles from morning vendors
Packet glistens as I grasp at the pack
I'll blow my hopes away and wish I had no dreams left lingering
Wasting time was never right said my father
He would be proud, if he bothered to care.
I often take liberties with these musings, don’t forget. This isn’t new, or possibly even captivating. I don’t mind, since the offset is I’m finally finding myself and for the first time I seem to truly mean it. This is simply a reminder that I set out to put out a zine, a collaboration with friends, but there were distractions and hiccups that proved to be too great to ignore. Someday this will eventuate but until then this will have to suffice. I’m finding it hard to ignore her, but each day that I do I continue to smile. My favourite memories of ‘us’ are the ones I’ve planned for and will never get to show you.
This comes off creepy, even second best, but I just want to be a friend you can hold. I'll turn off the light and somehow become embraced in a conversation of no real relevance, nor importance, but believe me; every word will mean more to me than these.
I remember when my shoulders weren't burdened with the weight of the world. I want exactly what we had before I met her.
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