a f t and e.

i often wish i had
a type writer attached to my brain
to record all of the thoughts
that i have wrestled
and slain,
because these days it feels like
i've been slinging stones at giants
and its in these moments im finding
my feats laced with the seconds of silence.

a f t and e
is it fate?
or perhaps defeat it seems to me.
all i know is that it appears
this town is no place for me
just a constant bruise
prolonged by misery.

where to run
when all the roads lead back
to the landmarks
of all things lost
between the cracks?
ripping down signs
advertising the things
i wish i'd seen
the warnings now seem to scream at me.

i cant work out quite
what it is i need to say
without a honest tongue
the lungs of conversation stave
and only seem to exhale urgency.

the only words i have
is that i need you now
and the rest like you
are no where to be found

you took my crown
and we exchanged thorns
and you said
even when the shoulders cold
its your tears that will keep you warm.

was this what you meant
that all hearts have faults
like a road that bends
and tears in times assaults?
is this what you meant?
is this what you meant?
"you are so loved"
did you truly understand
a hearts lament?