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My Dear, in Headlights
No one dead is reaching out to you
That's my voice that you hear when you're remembering all the opportunities you let go
This is the lonely road
and not only are you driving it but I watched you pave the way with a thousand different layers
Quick, fashion a zipper mechanism of your lips
And wear it like a jacket
It's getting chilly
and there's nothing you could say to make this up to me anyways
Quick, fashion a prosthetic to better lend a hand
To save this semi-constructed mind that can't afford to expand
Your subconscious expectations are the real blade to my throat
And I'm not even shaving
Silence your phone and turn into a pumpkin
But you're not even carving
A well full of sustenance but the rope is splitting
Such attention seeking wrists
But you're not even carving anymore
No one truly knows who I’m picturing in my bed
So please,
Tell me about the one you chose to love instead
In the garden of Eden,
Paradise would’ve disgraced you
Toxic flowers would have cursed you with a mouth full of soil
And withering virtues
There’s nothing you could say that would make me forgive you anyways
Like twirling bodies on ice rinks,
Everybody watches you and wonders how you keep your balance
One mother bird to teach all the others to how to make a nest,
One match to light the candle that lights all the rest
One second too late,
you can’t block my number cause I already discarded yours as a counterprotest
And you’ve been looking for a savior to put your self-growth to the test
A broken escalator is still steps in the right direction
But you might have to isolate the wound to counter this infection
I’m just another connection-seeking fool
Who wants to see our initials engraved in trees
But neither of us are even carving
A master at biting off more than I can chew and still ending up starving
No one could ever know the first thing I think about when I get out of bed
So please, put her face on a flag
And tell me about the one you chose to love instead
Like father, like son
Like mother nature, like daughter
Unlike the doves you forced to fly me to the furthest abattoir,
I can see the apple that fell off the branch
It’s not that far
Like the future you feel is a lifetime away
Can’t write me a poem for machinations sake
Couldn’t comfort me when I was right around the corner
But you’ll say goodnight to the stars, a million miles away
One wish, sacrificed for better luck
One theory that deems you a drug, since I’m looking for a rush
What turned into a colossal uncovering from a nanoscopic crush,
Has me tumbling like a weed and rummaging through the brush
Of your garden of Eden you’ve planted inside my head
And I could be playing the patient, but I’m reaping what you sowed instead
Copyright ©
Matthew Bailey
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