glory (sorry) days
Mar. 21st, 2011 11:05 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
e_liberationmy days are full of unspoken emotional contracts
heavy with promises prone to failure and subsequent definitely maybe dissolution
a state of constant disillusion
i remember his heart - like a baby behind bars
and beating like a steady drum
i could hear every thought passing through him where his love was meant to be
unfamiliar to the routine of his own lock down, he fills his head with delusions and a military approach to any human connection. the enemy is never far, but his tactics have yet to fail him.
he's all business.
once i was his passenger
too late to learn that i was just a hitchhiker on the dead-end road to love,
unrelenting
the only hope left
is for tender words to remain on my headstone
but it doesn't matter to anyone but my whole universe.
ironic though,
now that i think of it
he was always his happiest behind me.
heavy with promises prone to failure and subsequent definitely maybe dissolution
a state of constant disillusion
i remember his heart - like a baby behind bars
and beating like a steady drum
i could hear every thought passing through him where his love was meant to be
unfamiliar to the routine of his own lock down, he fills his head with delusions and a military approach to any human connection. the enemy is never far, but his tactics have yet to fail him.
he's all business.
once i was his passenger
too late to learn that i was just a hitchhiker on the dead-end road to love,
unrelenting
the only hope left
is for tender words to remain on my headstone
but it doesn't matter to anyone but my whole universe.
ironic though,
now that i think of it
he was always his happiest behind me.
