I was cleaning my room yesterday, preparing to move out and I found some old stuff I wrote. I think these two work well together. These were both probably written somewhere around 6 months to a year ago. It's late, I'm tired, but this is still happening. I'm keeping these in my back pocket to maybe look over and edit later but this is them right now. They didn't have titles until just now.
The Ground
I know I will keep
coming back to you
but I could never be the one
to pick you up and force a take off.
Because you've loved too many
before me.
And your heart's
all rusted and mine's all cracked.
Like plow trucks and pavement
always scrapping against each other.
It might be another six months
but I always know I'll see you
again.
Again when it gets cold.
Like the snow returning to the ground.
I'll be the snow
returning to the ground.
We both know I'll melt
away and leave you alone.
Just the sun to keep you warm.
I am not the sun. No, I am not the sun.
Crucified Couples
Everyone's always asking how we're doing
when they're passing out drinks.
But my girl spends her time in the bathroom
and on the ride home
she says the lights are too bright.
Everyone hates what shes become
but we can't stand everyone's expectations
and we won't pick them up,
like dog shit.
I got a degree but work for free.
I show respect for garbage men and construction workers.
Making something outta nothing.
My girl only likes me
because I pay her for the drinks
she brings me.
My friend's girls are having babies
they can't afford, because they always
gotta fuck when they're drunk.
Life's not a sitcom, it's an after school special.
It's so special because everyone dies.
Crucifixion, lies, addiction, highs, masked intention.
