wednesday

Like being stuck in a hurricane
I spin around in circles,
... that I like to blame you for creating
When truth simply reveals,
I spin them for myself.

Completely wrapped up in the illusion
of you.
Your dark eyes
Your beautiful smile
Your stubborn, angering ways.
That seemingly always bring a smile to my face.
I think back to being wrapped in your arms,
covered in blankets, unable to escape,
"floating" away to the sound of your voice.

And then it happens, reality..
The knife of truth stabs the waterbed
water rushes over the scene...
we lay drenched in truth and lies,
and instead of floating
we're suddenly drowning...
Looking up to grasp something,
anything,
And there it stands, the picture.

Who is in your arms?

None other than.. her.

I give up on reaching for something
lay back down and surrender to the pouring floods
Let tears fall, as water fills my lungs,
quietly and tragically
the life comes to an end...


Wednesday can't come fast enough.