Chewing On Glass…

Stretching the skin across the bones
Organs contorting to something new
She told me she wanted it but now she’s
Not so sure the pain was worth it in the end
Broken heart syndrome… the flesh cracks
Against the pressure and the strain
How much agony is any one willing to take
If you aren’t willing to find out
Does it matter what it is then?
It goes by so many names
Not one of them brave enough
To call it what it really is
Love is too simplified to mean what it should
Worship is too far gone to be exact
Passion doesn’t explain the one-sided sacrifice it takes
To give everything to another lie about how you feel
How you are willing to give everything for nothing
For something that can’t even be proven to be real

Putting it together isn’t the same as letting it be…

Cold heartless words
Carved into the bars of my cage
This despair is all that I have left
From desperately seeking approval
From an outside source living in me
Wish I knew who this was
Then maybe I could rest
Learn to have fun
Maybe I could forgive myself
Long enough to remember how to live
Probably asking too much
To learn from mistakes
The words aren’t a prison
Just don’t know what they mean yet
To the person trapped in this cage

Putting it together doesn’t hold the same meaning…

Here I am right where I began
Running out of pages all over again
Nothing new to report
Just the same old shit only worse
Funny how things change by staying the same
Never said anything different
Can’t even remember what I’ve said
Something about being dead… dying
It’s all the same trapped in my head
Or spread across the mounting pages
So here I am all over again
Right back where it was that I began
Starting over isn’t for the faint of heart
But here we go one last time into the unknown

True to form… we have reached the end of everything I have written over the last few months… Good news I started on another stack of broken thoughts and even more broken ideas months ago… Bad news is that I have been lazier than a bag of shit left out in the sun… and haven’t even bothered to look at them… let alone work on them…

Crazy I know that any of this needs work… Turns out I’m not just talking out of my ass most of the time… Somehow I manage to keep it coming out of both ends… Probably the only thing that separates me from the person begging for change down the street… That and the fact that they make more money than me…

We all got to survive somehow… and it is nice to know that there is a balance somewhere in the universe… Hope all is well…