Love's Sunset

love leaves only victory etched upon the youthful follies the old love to remember.
the flame burns red hot like it does at the beginning of anything exciting and new,
but time brings differences and doubts.
the flame turns blue and cold to the touch until you notice the flame has gone out
and you don't love her anymore.

we move slowly like the snail when we don't want to change, but we know change is coming.
a tornado of broken promises, angry words, and thousands of tears rip lover's hearts apart.
go stand outside to watch the sun setting on your love.

she's picking apart every memory.
she wants to know the exact moment you fell out of love with her.
you have nothing to say as you pack your suitcase.
she automatically repacks all your things nice and neat.

life with her was perfect, familiar, and clean.
but with routine comes boredom and with boredom the yearning to stray to find entertainment elsewhere.
still, you will fondly think of her every time you put on your favorite t-shirt she bought you.
she's hoping you will miss her and come back,
but you both know you never look back.

we move like molasses in winter time when life throws us a curve ball.
you don't love her.
God knows you tried too.
you ignored the signs.
her eyes have filled up with tears.
your heart is full of fears.
you didn't want to hurt her, but you still are here.

the sun has set and you've run out of love to give her.
so you climb into your beloved yukon
and back out into the freedom of the unknown.
for some odd reason she waves goodbye.
a voice in your head whispers she'll be alright.

she waits until the car is out of sight.
she goes back inside and sits down.
finally she gives a huge sigh of relief
thank God i never had to tell him i didn't love him anymore.

High on Hope

like the randomness of my ipod on shuffle,
i chose you to hold my heart in your hands.
i held my breath waiting for you to come around.
i passed out starved from the lack of your attention.
in that second of oblivion i was floating, high on hope.
i came to and found hope had run itself into the ground.

it seems like i'm always on hold with you.
i'm not sure if you do it intentionally.
you aren't aware of the impact of your words,
and you think i'm clueless.
you're absurdly beyond oblivious.
i think you need some help!

like my dog sniffing for the perfect spot to poop,
you can't figure out why i feel like your dumping ground.
i mention my emotions to you
and you hijack the conversation to make it about you.
i'm trying to get a grip on what you want,
but i keep running out of rope with you.

it seems clear to me now.
you can't see me without the overlay of your ex's worst attributes.
the silhouettes are blurry to you.
and i'm sorry you're too blinded by the past
to see the future we could've had.
i think i'm getting help!

i was high on hope, but now i'm just depressed and alone!

No Room

a little effort goes a long way.
i don't see you trying to mend your ways.
you build up hopes on false pretenses.
i got caught up in a future that will never exist.
maybe it's time to give up.

throw my hands in the air.
i surrender, my dear.
you have what you need.
there's no room for me.
i'm taking what's left of my heart
and making a new start.

a little contrition would be appreciated.
i don't understand how you sleep at night.
i have some forgiveness left,
but i don't think you've earned it yet.
maybe it's time to quit.

throw your pictures in the trash.
i'm going to let you crash.
you have your routine.
there's no room in it for me.
i'm taking what's left of my pride
and i'm finding another ride.

Dead Horse

i got another call from you.
i didn't say much.
i didn't listen either.
you've said it all before.
there's no point in beating my dead horse.

it's akward and it'll stay that way.
i'm not being difficult.
it's the way i feel.
i can't change my emotions on a dime.
i can't turn my love off then on like a light switch.
the only cure here is time.

you keep reaching out to me.
i deleted your number off of my phone.
i'm not bitter,
but depression is now my home.
your voice is painful to me
and it used to brighten my day.

if i spoke up you'd say i'm petty
funny, you never could tell me i was pretty.
criticism was always easier for you,
but i'm no longer a volunteer.
i have to disengage myself from you
or be drowned to death from my pain.

next time you call i won't pick up.
i know you'll think i suck.
i was never good at driving in reverse.
so in theory, yes, i'm your friend,
but i think it's time i bury this dead horse.

Eeyore and I

Staring out the window wondering how i'm gonna let you go.
I watch the wind blowing the empty trees.
I notice the similarities.
Life lives in forward motion only,
but I breathe on empty.

The winter's cold curls up in my soul.
The blank slate of whiteness turns my heart old.
I sit under blankets with the heat cranked on high,
but warmth escapes me.

I'm lost and confused.
Tomorrows are blurry.
You difused all my worries.
Now I'm wrapped up tightly inside my fears.
My courage fled when you disappeared.

I want to defy my nature,
but Eeyore and I revel in melancholy together.
You never lied to me.
My heart fed the delusions.
I asked you to let me have them,
but time runs out on everything.

Smiling, fleeting at silly puppies.
I'm trying to recover a little bit of me.
I sense the journey will be long,
but you made your executive decision.
You chose to live your life without me,
and I have to find a way to move on.