The Promise

| February 8th, 2017

I hear the echoes,
I hear the chimes of madness,
I feel my warmest thoughts float idly by
The wisps of passion’s smoke arises from the ashes,
The smell of decaying roses after they die

See my reflection,
A weeping smile greets me sadly,
I touch my lips in shock and disbelief,
I look into my hollow stranger’s eyes,
I search my face in hope of some relief

I’m crying
Inside I feel such emptiness
and pride
I held your promise
And yet it all just slips away.

I pray for comfort,
I seek some solace in my darkness,
That covenant swallowed by a deafened void
I wonder which lonely road I should follow
A splintered compass, a vellum map destroyed

I sleep in silence,
A nightmare, cold without relief,
A restless place without so much a dream,
I question whether I should seek the lotus blossom,
I wonder if I should drink of Lethe’s stream,

I’m dying inside,
I stumbled and fell too far,
In pride, I gave my promise,
And yet it all just slipped away,

Ready.

| January 5th, 2017

I was ready to spend the rest of my life with you, but I won’t spend the rest of my life mourning the loss of you.

Still, don’t take my forced nonchalance for anything but a mask. I seem cold, but it is my world that is colder.

The red rose is less red.
The blue sky is less blue.
The sweet air is less sweet.
And I am less without you.

Prescient

| January 4th, 2017

“You’re dating? Ha!”

“Congratulations, ladies, you’ve found a man with zero relationship skills.”

Fuck, I wish she weren’t right.