In your memory like I used to
hold you close to me while I
wiped the worry from your brow
so tough and menacing at times
you were good to me though
you’d never let me get too close
to that burning inside you
would just put it out with a
cool drink to ease the pacing
in your head all these burning dreams
that never amounted to anything
you’d say you’d do the opposite
realities in your mind tore me from you
would sit there in the afternoon sun
would go down you’d still be sitting there
was nothing I could say or do
you even realize how hard it was to
find the words to
relate to you was impossible
to reach you in that state
you were in was such a mess to deal with
you sitting there when I came home
felt like a prison to me
and you just fell apart
of something special we had
it been different maybe we’d be together now
I am trying to forget you
are still here in my mind.
J. Zarlenga
(via Swanksalot)