A Rose For Every Lie

I never liked roses. They were so temporary in their life span.

Just as you had been in mine. 

A rose for every lie you told

A rose for every disappointment 

How many times had you promised you'd be there and you weren't?

I lost track after twice. Why so many more chances afterwards?

Maybe I wanted to believe in you. 

Hoping to see something that just didn't exist.

Doesn't make you a bad person, just bad for me.

There's nothing to forgive so you needn't say you're sorry when you know you're not. 

I know who you are

Don't waste the lovely bearing of roses to mask your lies 

You're only killing a fresh lovely flower.

And most of all don't ask me to meet you anywhere just for a last chance to explain yourself.

I know you won't be there. 

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For once you waited, much to my surprise

I watched from afar, it wasn't for long.

When you left our proposed meeting place, 

I had taken a page from your play book and dropped a dead carnation on the ground for you to find.

You knew it was left by me,

You know I never liked roses anyway.

 

Missing You Comes In Waves

Missing you comes in waves. 

Living and moving thru the daily grind of life helps because I'm focused on my daily tasks.

But when night arrives, the memories come flooding back drowning me in a tsunami.

So here I sit  with coffee mug in one hand, cigarette in the other, pledging to keep busy and wear myself down.  

By nightfall, I'll give myself to exhausted sleep after a long day. A sleep where no dreams or memories exist. 

Yet, I fail 

A key is placed into the lock of my heart, I see myself floating down the stairs, consumed by the music we once shared. 

Then, before my foot takes the last step, all goes dark and then I see you. It is night and I see you walking alone on the pier we used to meet at midnight.

You are waiting for me there, while the sky is raining stars and magic around you, wishing I was there. 

In my sleep, a deep, deep far away place where dreams nor memories exist, I feel a strong pull. 

You are where you are, far away from me, thinking of me too.

By morning's first light, my pillow is wet from the tears I shed.

Missing you comes in waves, but last night, I drowned.