Morning Wood

The clock is ticking
My time is now
I think of the past
But I am no longer bound

The flashes come in
The anger rises
When I think of you
I get hot flashes

Only this angst
Is what keeps me alive
Every day
Just another reason to survive

When I look in the mirror
Who do you think I see?

A ghost?
A victim?
Somebody you wanted me to be?

No.

It is me.
IT IS ME.

I was never going to change
Why would you want that?
The reason you loved me
Should’ve been because of me

So wipe those tears from your eyes
Everything you believed never came alive
The only words you could ever say
We both knew would always be lies

And now the silence screams
Louder than your voice ever could
You wanted someone easier to hold
But I was never built to be understood.

I got to work today, knee was stiffer than oak wood, and when I walked all crooked my hip started acting up like compressed wood. Yet I still showed FACE at work, why you might ask, bills, all that life shit? Naw, I did it cause I just do. Well, a bit exagerated there budy, but I’d like to think it was somewhere a long those lines. Anyway, a position at work openend up for HR and it pays a nasty 90k for ignoring emails and just creating drama with the queens from the office. I thought, oh wow what an opportunity to make more beer money and chill… but then I realized I would have to wear baggy clothes or else everyone would see my significant other saluting the flag every morning.

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