run with the wind
just like that
gone
who will remember
I was here
none
run with the wind
just like that
gone
who will remember
I was here
none
If it was never fixed,
it can’t be rebroken
yet it’s shattered now completely
while I am made whole
I have been repurposed
utterly renewed
now I know
freedom, not heartache,
ensues
amazing – I waited
so patiently —
. . .
okay, no
I begged
I literally got on my knees and pleaded
(humiliating really)
for C L O S U R E
I practically pulled my own teeth for it
(I simply stole a toothbrush instead)
I was intoxicated by the lust for a bitter end –
while being denied it again and again
knowing it’s going to come
inevitably
so I begged for early release
the buildup was incredible
intense at times
(filled with that crazed yearning)
but, as it so often is, then withheld
so when the climax didn’t come
time went by and trepidation
S t R e t c H e d
to a numbed oblivion, almost
forgotten – then rediscovered and
(as I was waiting for, begging for)
followed by the instant explosion,
so incredibly quick we call brief into question
a lit fuse to a pinch of dynamite
I waited for the punch! And it never came
it merely sizzled
a spark, lacking flame
and while I wish
so strongly, I could say, you too
were just a sizzle to me
instead I just admit you were a strong second
(sorry, never a first)
and of course such thirst for you
has permanently ended
no hurt no difficult goodbye
no hard feelings
just sweet, sweet relief
what now?
Enlightenment
I’m done with wishy-washy
done with undecided
Finished with fools
I’m ditching unreliables
I’m done with second chances
done with forgiving
Prove yourself now or get
on with your living
I can’t deal with backwash
won’t swallow minced words
I’m tired of dream fluff
save that bullshit for birds
You were spineless and weak
a watered down turd
No more namby-pamby
get gone from my life
I’m holding out for a hero
who’s holding out for me, wife
Your fickle vacillation
nearly drove me insane
And worse, you blame me,
as if I changed my name
I’m done with remembering
I just don’t have the time
You were too wishy-washy
Now thank god you’re not mine