Not so Much...

Stealing weeks from the year
Feeling weak, but I’m still here.
Nights alone,
Laughter fades.
Hold you breath
Hope for change.
Recycled ink dries on new letters.
Tell yourself it’s real
Not borrowed for the thrill
But you know the lines
You read the script
And the act is ending
Nobody gives a shit.
She’s running fingers
Over bones in his wrist
Running her mouth
Wanting to kiss
The exploding nightmare
That she feels creeping up
It’s working it’s way in
To her waking thoughts.
Hugging her closer
To disaster
Will love kill it off
Or make it grow faster?
Stars came uncrossed
Left lovers gasping for air
For the newness of it all
That time sometimes shares
But always takes back
The lack leaving us breathless
And hopeless
Alone in the same habit
Adjusting to a new habitat.
Charged up with a death wish.
Glued to the floor.
She’s sticking to thoughts she can’t ignore.
Holding on to the end.
Pulses stop and start over again.
Cars are still driving,
Snow keeps falling
So much motion
And you’re still trying.
Somehow convinced that your worlds
Still turning.