Wednesday, May 4, 2011

A Love That Makes Me Sick

There was a time,

There was a place,

When I would smile

At the thought of your face.

Where do you go when words turn sour,

Now that the wind won’t carry these sails?

The world is twirling around me

And all I can do is fail.

It’s a continuous crumbling,

Only to rebuild it all again,

It’s like you’re my Sisyphean task,

But it’s all wrong in the end.

So I put this house together,

Brick by bitter brick,

The mortar is my devotion,

A love that makes me sick.

Tomorrow when I wake up

Bruised from what could never be,

I’ll take your sorry memory,

And let it burn throughout me.