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Sun Set
Sun Set
My sun sets, and my sun rises, but I do not always accompany it.
The feeling of glee, shooting through my veins like the heroin in another is free to flee, won’t bother me because love is what I really need.
My fragile heart won’t give up, when it has given up.
My faith just won’t die.
Lonely contempt wanders through the halls of my mind
Imaginary lover, under October’s cover, creeps 3 miles past my comfort zone, and I am alone.
My face is stressed, can’t feel his stretching, he’s not straining himself.
And I stand quietly screaming “HELP” in an empty hallway to the deaf, and all I can do is regret my regrets.
Over and over, before and after, same thoughts recycled, feeling like the cold will warm my soul because
My cries are accustomed to winter, and this splinter is just a phase.
My eyes are dark, my dreams: he haunts, and I am still jealous because I am in love.
But I am strong and stubborn, and past the strangulation point, wishing for something that isn’t there.
The furnace could not burn away my love.
I hate the way every song relates back to pain,
But it keeps from pain,
Yet I question each song.
Snow becomes my friend on a cold October day when pollo mozzarella warms a thick girl’s heart
Hoping that the future might be bright.
Desperately trying not to cry out,
Seeking him the way he seeks me;
Both of us scared, both of us alone, but perhaps me more.
Where is my sunset?
