New Years Thoughts, Last Years Intention
if you don’t call me when I’m sick,
Why do i spend my nights
pretending that you’re holding me and keeping me safe from my own brain?
I don’t do resolutions.
I burn things in my mind like a pyromaniac
broken relationships turn to dust as I try to validify my once active words.
My eyelashes are stiff and stuck together with tears
as I can try to apologize for your actions
and I can’t fall apart
because of old memories and past deceptions
I can’t call you up on the phone and say
‘damn I wish you were here’
because it honestly doesn’t matter what I want
and what I think
because you may be my Romeo
but I know i’m not your Juliet
and he wants me to help him to write a duet
when I can’t even get my own words in order
just to say enough to speak
my own mind and maybe I can apologize
but hearing and listening have two different definitions
and I think that you can’t do both.
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