Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Desertedness
When the muscle relaxers have worn off,
And you were there stroking my back
While the pain made me cry,
It was only when I woke up to see
That you weren't there.
There was only the emptiness.
And emptiness is what scares me the most.
That someday, I will wake up in my own home,
With all my books, and journals and poems,
And still feel empty,
Still have emptiness.
That, although I will have been on my own,
A void that never got filled.
I remember the person that you were before.
You saw that you were perfect,
But I saw that you were flawed,
And that was perfect to me.
You couldn't see what I saw.
All I know is that
I once knew who the real you was,
But you've shattered that image,
And in lieu of what once was
There is now something that can never be.
I can't place these shattered pieces
Over the emptiness that lies over the doorway.
January 13, 2005
Suge
And you were there stroking my back
While the pain made me cry,
It was only when I woke up to see
That you weren't there.
There was only the emptiness.
And emptiness is what scares me the most.
That someday, I will wake up in my own home,
With all my books, and journals and poems,
And still feel empty,
Still have emptiness.
That, although I will have been on my own,
A void that never got filled.
I remember the person that you were before.
You saw that you were perfect,
But I saw that you were flawed,
And that was perfect to me.
You couldn't see what I saw.
All I know is that
I once knew who the real you was,
But you've shattered that image,
And in lieu of what once was
There is now something that can never be.
I can't place these shattered pieces
Over the emptiness that lies over the doorway.
January 13, 2005
Suge
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