You’ve made me tired of my life, Tearing my principles down to nothing— Pretending at perfection yourself (Can you be perfect with all those drugs?).
My life lay exposed as you ripped me apart Left me crying in the night— Your opinion always mattered And probably always will.
These flowers under snow Are lost inside my random thoughts As I sit smiling quietly, Beaten and abraised. I can’t stop remembering your easy laughter.
My life is organized and pre-ordained Yet I’m afraid to face tomorrow, Knowing what you think of me, And how I’ve lived my life— Knowing I did right in keeping Her.
I find my freedom behind golden bars Devoid of promise, Hidden behind illusion of uncaring. Can’t let you know how I hurt, even now.
My questions are left unspoken I keep them locked inside my head— Keeping company with the Beatles And the hours of video games you’d play.
I'm so lonely without my best friend But it’s okay; Like water in that ratty tin cup It's only make believe.
Our dreams are rainbows out of leaves Existing only to hope But blurred by all my tears— The plans we made left on the side of this road.
Surrounded by solid and unyielding truths Filling these Canyons of Pain; Is anything worth losing your best friend?
And the furniture of our souls (Mine this normal sort of cream, Your’s this strange myriad of colours, They clash but are just so you I can’t stop looking, and remembering.) Lay on the shore of a dark lake.
All together, all alone, Not saving time for me— You’re in love, and I’m happy for you.
I won't modify my life On pain of broken bonds Almost, not quite, pure.
My hands tremble wrenchingly As I write this poem to you.