New Direction Continued

This is something that I literally just wrote.

Superficial

I remember when you talked and I decided I liked your hair.
I remember when you wore a lot of eye make-up and I thought it was sexy
so as you talked I stared into your eyes.
I remember when you wore new earrings
and as you talked I watched them dangle.
I remember when you wore that tight black dress
when we talked at the wedding.
I remember the way your teeth looked sweet
as you spoke to me.
I remember when I held your body
as you whispered into my ear.
I remember that low cut sweater
from when you yelled at me.
I remember the way you smelled
while you used your hands to talk to me.
I remember when we talked as we held hands
and I couldn't believe how soft your skin was.

I don't remember a word you said.







Just wrote this one too. No justice, train of thought, too many people considered here.


Halfway to Back Home

It’s when the eyes have you
crushed under bricks
and eating a load of shit that you don’t need
keep talking and wasting
telling yourself it’s all right
like everything you believe is just a rationalization
because you could burn for this
and that’s what these dreams are about
women or girls
dollars or cents
they’d think this is not the way
you were raised
but most would never speak
of all the words they know
you run by and by in your thoughts
feeling as if one might just crack the skin on your forehead
then pour out and you
can use it as ink
to write that letter you never finished
because she liked you more when you were like her
talking about yourself
and all your accomplishments
and what you’re going to become
status is her attraction
not some gloomy rejection from that paper
like caring for you could matter
send her away
packing
with her Italian boyfriend
and his cheap suites
fuck him
not like she does
but fuck him
and punch his mouth
until you can feel his teeth cut into
your fists
as they poke through from
his upper lip
then kiss him and her and say you love them
because you are always pathetically sorry after
any sort of destruction
however so happy they’re hurt
and let her know
the big city makes your hair stink honey
and I’m not buying you anything
or any word you say
I know I’m very pretty
but I didn’t have enough of what you wanted
or maybe I was too old