when i look at your old pictures
i know i was your never-ever-after,
i know i was your cover photo
mistaking this for something not-so-funny,
not-so heartbreaking, i thought i loved you.
you've only ever been an anchor
dragging me deep into the lull of whitewashed
americana, a holy shell of wasp winged wishes and
the weight of concrete on my startled heart,
oh you were such a winsome one.
i did love you, terribly.
i did love you, endlessly
and hopelessly wretched, to this day.
i bury it down, but there is not enough sands on the sea-shore,
there is not enough time in existence to put you behind me,
you are my Vietnam. you are my killing fields,
there is no sanctuary that i can find.
there is endless expanse of eternity to fill with the words
that write my sorrow over you.

09/06/2012

Posted on 09/06/2012
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