push-pinned my picture to your wall,
framed it in pieces of argyle.
there`s a thread for every minute I missed my chance to begin it.
I could feel the pressure building up as I cram it to the top,
a coffee can filled with letters.
my ears begin to pop as the tension drops.
we`ve fallen down, someday you won`t be around for me to fall back on.
it`s so akward to say goodbye to you,
the tensest moment when I fail to follow through,
I`m all wound up and then you tighten the screws,
my want turns to need as you slip on the noose.
As I push my pen across the page casting my spell like a first level mage,
my epic battle between love and rage
a melodramatic mess not fit for my age we`ve fallen down,
all my innocence has drowned since you`ve gone she says I`m changing everyday,
she wants to know how, why, and who with.
she says there`s still good left in me like I`m the dark lord of the sith.
I write this every single winter,
and now I`m writing it again: I shed my common sense in exchange for newer
skin.
the good news is that I`ve finally learned to appreciate my friends,
the bad news is that I havent got any left,
the good news is that I dream about it almost every night,
the bad news is that when I wake up you`re not there.