Dear, YOU

I will carry your lewd moon; Under the howling, bleeding swoon
I’ll drag my lifeless, haunted corpse; Down your sightless, winding course
I dream of your haunting voice; How does one really see choice
Internal peace has left me; You scream from death: “patiently”

You’re not a victim of my favorite drink; We are a figment of your fading last link
I am a student of your own inquiry; They are a people of our own poetry

Now that I’ve un-fucked my pain; From less, as you begin to strain
I’m waiting for tomorrow’s love; While I crave to live above
The clouds, to look down; Here I am, waiting be around
You were never true to me; And he would never believe
I’ve been thinking of your self-lies; Keeping your brain all wrapped in ties
Never letting yourself be heard; Creating a new brain chauffeured

Dear, You

Now I know I could have; Simply loved you more
Because I never have felt; This old hole before
With you alone by candle light; your demonstrable moon
I can never again believe you; or simply go to see you

You’re not a victim of my favorite drink; We are a figment of my fading last ink
I am a student of your own inquiry; They are a people of our own poetry

All the sky has darkened our waiting; All my thoughts and memories are baiting
Flying past the hauntings of dreams; We were never honest, brutal beings
I look back now to understand you; Idea grandeur upset the truth
Your advantage, my naivete looms; Your choices lead to personal dooms
None of this was meant to be; Your true being is beyond me
I cannot fault you but can’t myself; My answer echoes in mental health

Dear, You

Listen to the gun, walk away in sun
Ignore selfish sight, Burning evil light
Sacrificial favor, No need to bleed for
Lamp-light disposition, Ugly contrition

You hide away in the empty spaces; Of mental wounds without retraces
Believing yourself to be new and free; Fulfilling the role of the bourgeoisie
Give me a chance to show you I care; My selfish beliefs, emblematic debonair
With you I know that I can do anything; But deep down I’m afraid of regretting

You’re not a victim of my favorite drink; We are a figment of your fading last link
I am a student of your own inquiry; They are a people of our own poetry

Now that I think I’ve moved on; My unease creeps to respawn
I listen closely to the wind; My brain only holds more lint
Sit alone and hold for sound; Selfishness lurks deep underground
Pounds of flesh prize aloud; Honesty left in doubt
Waking up again with passion dust; Existing shadows of forgotten lust
Walk away before you leave me; Only I convince myself to see

Dear, You