by David Christopher Johnston
It’s nearly two a.m.
And the pencil marks on this page
That our tainted tragedy leaves behind
Is a steadfast reminder of why this is right
I’m drawing blank behind these shining eyes
For all you left after two years
Didn’t we deserve a few more tears?
Where’s the girl that made me smile?
Was I dreaming the whole time?
I never wanted to stand by and watch this die
In my dreams I burn you alive
So you can feel the pain you caused me
But I just don’t have time for you to make me cry tonight
It’s nearly six a.m.
I can taste your kiss on my lips
As you can see I’m making blinding progress
The way you left leaves me full of regrets
But looking back on yesterday
Only reminds me why you went away
Just a hint that this wasn’t easy
Will forever be enough to please me
To hell with you
I’m okay right here with the taste of sick
Deep down I know I’m happy with this
On the surface there’s only me left to be convinced
Squeeze my heart
Throw it to the floor
I don’t want to love you anymore
And that’s a shame
But it’s all I want from this
The worst of you brings out the best in me…
Copyright © 2021 David Christopher Johnston.
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