"No one here likes you,
Go away!
Get a clue!
Go back to your fucking zoo
Or whatever it is you do"
--John Oszajca -- I Hate You (My Friend)
I had felt you skin to skin
Through our days of love and hate
That had torn my heart within,
Leaving nothing on my plate.
I remember things I'd seen--
Your affection's noisy dream--
All the places where we'd been
Now are not what they had seemed.
So I cast this empty cup
Of the things that once felt right--
Of the things I'd given up,
That once gave me such delight.
Endless writings on the wall
Fade like some graffiti art--
What is art without a soul?
What is verse without a heart?
In this place where hopes died
I have found a new song,
Lifting me above the lies
Of a love that's all but gone.
October 10, 2009