city smog lying low somewhere in my lungs (re-post)

Tell me we’re not just going through the motions now
it’s like all our years combined, left for dead in one month
I can feel you there, pushing me away

I keep my silence because I don’t know what to say
the broken promises pile up and I feel like an emo teen again
wondering what it is I did wrong

Yet I know that this, that you, and your ways
aren’t a result of my emoic depression
you’re just doing what you always do
pushing me out and pushing me down wordlessly
until I fear I will do mad with the lack of understanding

You never understood that I can’t stand the silence

All our struggles pave a road to emptiness
without you here and without me there
and I think this time it’s best to let us fade
into blank obscurity
nursing our barely concealed wounds
alone and without the words that made us real

Unreality lingers in the air like city smog
and I breathe in those poisonous fumes
remembering the days when they got me high
because maybe the memories are all we have left
and have been for longer than we care to admit

© Indie Adams 2013




Came across this while going back through some oldies tonight. Originally posted in the Misc category back on the 26th of January 2013. Thought I'd give it another plug.