Lacing Up

It’s funny how
We weave things together
Experiment
With memory
A shoe
A laundry list
Your fucking Scotch & Amaretto’s popping up on my page
I want to wipe away these wasted tears
These wasted words
With this wasted page

My anger is displaced
I’m afraid to let you know
Just how selfish I think you are
For fear of losing you
For fear of being irrational
That’s funny though
I’m afraid to lose something
That’s a year long gone
Water under some washed out bridge of Babylon
Did we build it
Just to watch it all burn?

People question meaning
365
3
6
5
365 days
365 miles
365 memories
365 empty silences
365 rhetorical questions
But I’m asking myself not to hate you
I’m trying to find the perfect place to misplace you




The one who presented me with a square ring
I suppose I should have known
No?
Then again
I asked for it
Better still
I asked you
To love me
Wouldn’t be the first time I aimed for impossible
And came back
Infested with perspective

Your reminders
Haunting me
Cutting straight to my core
Seeped into my soul
“Promise me you’ll always write with honesty…”
Well there you have it
And here you are

Brace yourself
I’m only warming up