I sit here,
beer in hand. And an
Invisible Tom,
Waits in the mirror.
One more cheers!
Before the tears
Start sounding nearer,
I cry.
And in drunken sadness,
I smile into a memory,
Then fall apart to madness.
Wondering how the hell
He couldn’t tell
How much he meant to me.
There is no room for logic
when your heart is sick in love.
Even the genius,
will turn his brick into a rubrix
when impaired by the above.
Lost ashore, waiting for waves to sooth.
I wait, searching outside of me.
Hugging my knees,
until I swim the ocean of you.
I used to not mind this salty air, or your carelessness.
The smell ignited a fool in me,
who craved a naked existence with you.
…
Bad memories rock me back to my feet
But my misshapen heart is relentless.
Painting wishes on locked doors,
Your walls…the truth…her.
Blindly watching waves with the hopes of a dreamer.
My hopeless defeat.
(This is me) 