This light begins heating

And worn now

Days wont bring back the subconscious feeling of love

To the foreground

Exhausted with wings

"What is the deadline?" She asked.

"It's troubling"

I miss you so much

I miss you so much

I miss you so much

I miss you so much

I miss you so much

 

So when the night draws

The day is paint thinner

Psychosis pulls back your sugarcane arms

Away from made-dinner

 

The void is all clouds of star clusters

The smell of a vacant apartment

Swarovski encrusted space

And time follows the pattern of a Gucci belt in a glove-compartment

 

I never wanted to save you more than the time I finally fell

And I knew there was no you

Never to be again

To hold my hands or hold my head up and say “You’re my only friend”

 

My chin wasn’t high enough I guess

Pride drained as skin flushed

Something good please come

Up out the thin woods and thin brush

Episodes of laughter and happy eyes, and I miss you this much

And I picture this love, and I miss your holding, and I miss the way you said to keep my smile

The sway of your voice

To never be just the ‘old’ me

Be a polished boy with stone shoes and gold teeth

Always be grounded, sink your teeth into the dirt of the garden and spit out a mountain

But the walls are closing in

The floor is melting upward

as the ceiling drips down onto the tops of cupboards

 

Where have ya gone, I can’t see you through the flashes

Nor Brandy, or Missy or Maximillion

"What’s happening?"

All these friends stand around with their mouths hanging fish-hooks in either corner

Offering no support other than common-cold-related remedies

Inside a wicker basket

Saying a billion combinations of words already discovered

"It’s syntactic..."

“It’s tragic…”

"But I miss her"

“It’s tragic…”