Forgetful measures
And I am the one
Left to rot
And stare abysmally
Into the distance
Of whatever past life
Awakens in me
Routine, Organization
Life is not a party anymore.
Snuffed out silence like smoke
And I’ve smoked too much
But my head isn’t dizzy,
It’s tolerable and quiet.
Makes my mind tolerable and quiet.
Focused yet unfocused,
I’m not relying on the next benefactor
To be a shot of whiskey
Or vodka and diet mountain dew,
Hillbilly drink.
I fell in love with a German hillbilly once.
Now that he’s dead, he’s all I can think about.
The heart and the soul don’t move so quickly.
Blocked out a year and a half just to mourn.
Now I wanna write, I want to learn
I want to feel appropriate leaving the house alone.
I made it into a home just like he wanted, only to stop thinking I’ll be whisked out that door one day on some romantic excursion.
The stars are too bright and new moon is too dark.
I wanted to climb trees with you, one day.
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