Missing The Real Picture

Missing The Real Picture

a snapshot seals
your smile
a kiss where our lips meet
for affection
now gone, conflicted
with images mocking
mistakes too stubborn to see

and filled with so many feels
on every anniversary and birthday
I’m missing
tears flow
without a lever to close

my troubled soul overflows
with surrendering defeat
beating my heart to forgive
me for the stress its under
riding this rollercoaster
of disappointing love
to my inevitable extinction

sometimes I bathe in remission
spitting out the blood
of what I defiled
simply wishing I could press
rewind on this broken love story
for I hold the cassette
that plays Soulmates Eternal
an original made
in your honor
ears burning to the chorus
a rekindle you can’t fantom
2 years too long
but my attitude can’t appreciate you anymore

Free Fall

Free Fall

so high off interpretation
while fingertips caress
the bend of my arm
I’m falling
hoping your arms are strong
enough to catch a man
scarred to his core

allowed love to be unkind before
in your presence tongue tied
once more
afraid of new beginnings
with a racing pulse
trying to hold on
with sweaty palms

and breathe you in
so I don’t miss a thing
for everything matters
in an instant

instincts want you now
as time counts me cautious
I’m here waiting
for the possibility of tomorrow