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dear echo
must we carry on after the curtains have closed?
darling id walk through fire for you.
*and you know that
you dont have to say you'd do the same
but i don't like these flat conversations at all!
do i make you feel small? tell me honey.
we'll work it down. then you can ignore me
all you want and it won't matter cuz i won't know.
are we slipping from our thrones? these jewels no longer dazzle.
these robes moth-eaten seem to sigh as we walk the empty castle grounds.
and i stare up into the abyss alone hoping the sky
will take pity on my mortal moralities
(cuz you wont)
hoping the trees around me notice the distress outlining my tired irises
dark brown. dark brown and
strung out.
dead like a tainted daisy
cut for a lady with some silly occasion
(and i get thrown away)
and you arent there to turn anything radical, you are just there.
sitting simple
like you don't know what you haven't done.
have you forgotten? i am standing right next to you.
and i am breathing like my ribs are broken.
losing pattern with every piece of past you were responsible for.
i get reall still enchanted by the numbers,
all the laughing that went on. was that really me?
if only i could walk
backwards real fast back to that time frame...
i miss you dude so very much.
please,
wake up for me.