I Don’t Think Cupid Met Us

I wish that you would hold me,
As dusk brings the end of day,
And all my aching troubles,
Would get up and fade away.

Like shadows they would leave me,
Cast long in evening air,
But then you switch the light on,
And the shadows go elsewhere.

Darling, reach inside me,
There’s a storm behind my eyes,
I’m trapped in life and body,
I’ve grown crooked, to despise.

Take the fire out, leave me empty,
And kiss the stars goodnight,
I will blur the lines of emptiness,
Or calm behind the eyes.

If you held me I’d die happy,
I could pass soundly in my sleep,
I just need to think that if I did,
Over me you’d weep.

And I’d look down from three feet up,
And smile softly too,
That I didn’t waste twenty years,
But when you leave I know I do.

Our Epic

Rest easy my darling
Let the earth part ways for you
Like the Red Sea or Galilee
And the storm you’re working through.

Don’t look to angry rain clouds
I’ll be your shelter if you ask
The sturdy trunk of an oak tree
From a time that’s come to pass.

Let my arms hold you like branches
Like the boughs of blossom bare
And lush green leaves and berries please
The smell of Autumn there.

I’ll stay with you through rainfall
And every storm of spring
I’ll stay through scorch and desert heat
Hardship, years, everything.

There’s a light at the end of the tunnel
So watch your step and mind the glass
I’ll hold your hand along the way
These times will come to pass.

We will one day reach an opening
And sun will simmer on your skin
We’ll sob into each others arms
We made it oh we made it

Missing Keys

The shadows are long this evening,
Longer than the space between breaths,
Sat beside you I may be,
But dying a lonely death.

Cursing the air between us,
My body is crying out for you,
Hopeful and hopeless and aching,
But I doubt that you are too.

We are bursting with history,
But our memories are gathering dust,
Fraying at the edges,
I must move on I must.

You were the key to the cage of my heart,
You meant more than I let on,
It hurts more, knowing what I had,
To accept that now it’s gone.

Yes, maybe I’m the villain,
In this broken state of things,
Maybe I deserve it,
The pain that this all brings.

I never told you what you meant,
But I think that now I see,
I curse my past and present self,
You deserved so much more than me.

Worlds have changed between us,
Upon your hand a ring,
You were the fairest maiden,
And I the bastard King.

There’s an empty space inside me now,
You were my missing puzzle piece,
I get into bed like my covers a coffin,
And still, I lay, deceased.