A dog leftover from a love once lost
A cold, dark morning in a long-lost cause
Life is a series of mistakes The cost of
Feelings loom on you like confined colossuses
Milk left on the counter
A postcard on the fridge
Everything goes sour
When you mishandle it
Cream on the tip of your finger
Touched to the tip of your tongue…
Mistakes may just make
Twenty-four a
Terrible war
s wage inside your head
Colossus This and colossus That
Are clawing at your insides and
Trying to bust out of them
…a postcard on the fridge
Will not let you forget
How quickly love can sour
When you mishandle it…
You stand and you stare blankly
You down the milk
And frankly
Don’t give a
Fuck
Milk left on the counter
Poured over and around your tongue
Cream on the tip of your finger…
Today’s a terrible one
A postcard on the fridge
Will not let you forget
How quickly love can sour
And then you’re
Puking
Your decision
Puking
Up your mind
Colossus feelings fighting
For a moment of your time
Collapsing by the dog who’s
Lapping at your puke
Magnets fall from the fridge
And the postcard
drifts
to
you…
Then I walk in and find you
(I’m sorry, this part’s just a dream)
I look at you smiling
As your kitchen and your heart come clean
I crouch down and offer
A loving hand to lift you up
You reach and reach and stretch
And stretch
And then you wake
Up…
Then you wake up
up Then you wake
wake up Then you
you wake up Then
Then you wake up
Staring at the postcard that landed by your head
Stained by milk mixed with blood.. pink what once was red
Just like all the roses that keep coming from him
Red when it was love
Pink now that you’re friends