We didn't have much but there was comfort in going home to these walls every night and sharing our space with stories of new experiences in our new city. Feeling like we had a solid foot on the ground as a couple since the first time we met. Even better our first year as newly weds before everything went to shit.
"What happened Whose furniture is this?"
My wife's eyes seemed to dilate in confusion as she looked at me and the furniture, I'll never forget it. In a rage she opened the kitchen cupboards tossing all the unfamiliar glasses and dishes to the ground. I grabbed her right as they started crashing trying not to cry feeling her sadness in my arms.
"shh you'll wake them up!!, lets go outside and talk." I kissed her hands gently pushing her out the door.
In despair she whispered "it was our house for so long, it happened so fast".
"I know but we can share stories anywhere we squat, it was a nice place."
I didn't see her again maybe I'm a reminder of how low things got and she's recovering somewhere back east.
A Gracious ticket did
arrive for me from
the City of Sandy.
Given by Officer
I don't give a fuck
it's your Birthday.
Later that night
in the most usual
manner my boyfriend
packed his shit
Some words are so true,
Lies bind in alchemy of who.
Forgetting we fell from above
I'm able to believe
in more then just
I melt in your hands only
to be spilled in the afternoon.
Against a wall of generous directions
No pieces left of my heart
Like dried wax it sticks to
Wherever I fall.
I let myself down
"Let me in once again
your so sweet when you cry.
Move down to your heart,
feast on you one last time just open
that vein. Give in old friend."
The End sneaked out, no Goodbyes or long drawn out negotiations.
We stayed in the incubus protecting ourselves.
While degrading one another in many affairs.
In a lovely domino effect...
I have this roommate, we just aren't compatible or maybe we are too similar whatever the reason I need to get rid of her.
She likes to rant and it boils down to her weekly horoscope...
I wouldn't dare speak to him.
He's tall,detached,ambiguous maybe even pretentious.
I imagine only profound conversations will inspire his vulnerability.
Crazy how it's possible to see...
You follow me
down in your
grace, only to
be at sea.
I want so
Badly to wonder
While you sleep
In my dreams.