2015-01-12-19-24-55_poetryx You made it look so easy Walking away You made it look like It was nothing special

I have been proud I have considered myself wise I have thought that I was Far above The failures of others

This is where I am Though I fail to treasure it I am still right here

Youth is wasted Proving you are a man Seniority is wasted Lementing lost youth

In the street. Pensive glares pregnant with meaning. Imagined Memories. Greetings between Former lovers wrenched

All the spaces between. All the things left unsaid. They are like the air packed into a vanilla milkshake

Self Determination It’s never free There is always a cost Self determination Requires

2014-12-28-21-44-05 It is a myth When they say “The pieces you give away You never get back”

Never again Will I be the means Used to deal my love an injury Never again

Here comes the rain To wash away All the things the could have been Here comes the rain ( again) A cleansing flood

The battle rages on Leaves me weary Restless and weak But at This moment