A Month

I haven't see the moon

in about a month.

I'm sure she's still up there;

I just haven't looked up.

I haven't seen a sunset

or smelled a blooming flower.

I've only sat and stared at dust

and counted lonely hours.

The pitying pendulum does swings

back and forth and back.

I let the air escape my lungs

'til everything turns black.

When I've seen my final dusk,

I'll dance among the stars,

but all I ever really want 

is to rest inside your arms.

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"The moon was gone; from side the world was dark as nightmares..." Radical Face Bad Blood

Rewind

Never had I crossed a line

nor claimed to have a sturdy spine.

I misread every single sign

until our limbs had intertwined.

I closed my eyes and I was fine

and only knew your lips on mine.

The pills, the beer, the cheap red wine:

fatal mistakes made by design.

A song on repeat in my mind

you sang to me in almost-rhyme. 

Dancing atoms, now combined,

space and time left undefined,

I'm staying here - leave me behind -

I am a dream you can't rewind.

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"I'm drunk, I'm drunk and you're probably on pills. If we've both got the same diseases, it's irrelevant, girl." Frightened Rabbit Keep Yourself Warm

" I'm another day late and one year older. It's failure by design." Brand New Failure by Design

Night

The moon lost her pull

and the stars lost their shine.

Once, I was full

and the planets were in line,

but I'm floating off course,

now falling toward nothing.

I'm bloody and hoarse

from the silence, so crushing.

I asked for an answer,

begged for direction.

I once was your anchor,

your heartbeat, connection.

I searched for your light

through vacant vastness.

But your eternal night

has led me to madness.

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"Am I here? Of course I am, yes. All I need is your hand to drag me out again. It wasn't me. I didn't dig this ditch. I was walking for weeks before I fell in." Frightened Rabbit The Loneliness and the Scream

"My wits begin to turn." King Lear Act III, Scene II.