there was a thunderstorm today.
and I cut my hair.
This is how I tell you I'm letting go.
I've broken past the emotions and the trying-to-impress and now
there are just facts (Wet ones) lightening-struck facts like the storm today and
my heart is giving up.
I'm standing on the curb and I think if I step left toward the bus I'll be climbing back into 5 months ago
we'll be back to having potential.
A few steps farther and we'll be 8 months ago
you'll be picking me up tonight and the asphalt road will turn to clouds
there was nothing beneath my feet and each step made me whimsical
Tomorrow we would walk by the pond.
my feet won't budge.
(not enough to get to either of these places.)
is this my heart or a sponge? the water is welling up
80% of me is tears that won't leak out, but I've been thinking about you.
I'm standing at a crossroads and one sign says Lost Cause the other points North
I just want to follow the stars but I forget my constellations
and the compass I can't read broke in junior high. Were we ever going the right way?
You love(d) me.
Even if its true we're three years away and thats longer than an attention span.
Its longer than
the 17 hour car ride between you and me and its longer than
church and
someone could have three children in that time
years.
oh.
oh it's been so
long. too
long. time to
move on.
I need something different.
Different looks like
we are a time bomb and I don't want it to explode
so I'll just walk away
and hear what ifs
and not listen
e.m.
