#150
Everyday i hope to find
that you’ve married him,
and i’ve missed the engagement
that i never had the chance
to object.
You’re so deserving, of
romance, of perfection, of grace,
i hope you marry soon,
and put me out of my misery
extinguish my hope,
and let me embrace the joy
that the woman i love
has found love,
forever happy and cared for
by an honourable man.
and i can finally move on.
#151
It’s ok to be compelled to create and
write sad sad songs,
to lather in the mess you are.
It’s ok to listen to Elliot Smith on repeat,
i don’t mind if you ask me,
if fact i’d love to show you.
Welcome, welcome. Welcome.
#152
Kicking sand in my sheets
as i turn under the swinging fan above,
it cools the remain moisture from the ocean,
listening to Yankee Foxtrot Hotel.
It’s been a long day.
It’s been a good day.
#153
You know how
sometimes,
you mishear the lyrics
to your favourite song
and yours are better?
Lets keep it that way.
#154
i miss the work
i miss the success
rewinding, fast forwarding
relistening to cassettes,
not skipping songs,
ignoring the hissing,
the pops, and the cracks.
Those months when your
favourite album bore into you,
drilling into your fibres.
It meant something.
We’re all so fleeting,
we’ve lost so much plumage.
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wazoo!
-Mr. Write