Our Measly Sums

What if this was heaven And I had just forgotten? I must have died a slow smooth death And reached the end In hopes to find a simple God But was rewarded with the simple life. If this place is over-dramatized, Then fear and anticipating waits for me Behind your begging and bright eyes. This intimacy is beyond our control And could hold great depth beyond such thoughts That fixing your hair in the morning is no longer The normal and half hearted example of daily routine. Now changing the sheets is no longer a chore And breaking hearts is now as comfortable As driving long distance. Keeping this ivory dress as white As it has been all my life, Has become as hard as dirtying it. What would I say If I was asked of my favorite sense? Would I ever have a reply? Would you need one with the look behind my eyes? Watch these broken hearts beat As if they were whole to begin with. Watch her layered skirts swish As she sways on your bedroom floor. Take her like you’ve done before. Just as you always will. With it’s unaccredited inevitability, She’ll watch your faults and falter While I wallow in each flaw. I hope one day she keeps you up all night. Just the way you left me, Burning in the fall.