4/13/2008

hit a point in life
where words run thin
I might
let them crumple and carry off on the wind
heard what new words were held in
but the story was old and stale
it’s always the same damn tale
of who said what
and who gave up
too much to ever give back
but that’s just
the breaks
the facts
paid your dues a thousands times over
words through phone calls will just grow colder
as this summer sun heats up
talk too fucking much
to hit the point
and winter froze the rumors
kept those fights on the back burner
but the solstice brought to light
what spring could never hide
by summertime
it’ll all be bright eyed in the open
promises and insistencies broken
maybe I’ll walk home alone
feel the rays cast on my neck
too tired to try to uphold my head
maybe we can set this subject to rest
and leave it for dead
I guess
it’s too much
for one young blood
to hold
--
won’t hold my hardened hand
nor cradle my heavy head
leave me to wade in the shallows
‘til I’ve wandered in water to my neck
hard to breathe
when I can’t believe
the lifeguard’s got their eyes on me
hard to speak
when words are too thin
to make a path through
these ocean winds
caught on another current
bobbing along the surface
so fearful of slipping beneath
can’t reach your arm out to
me
or you won’t
I’m drifting drifting drifting
further from what I know
keeps me home
keeps me healthy
keeps me whole