Life Interruption

6 04 2010

{ written to the tune of Mint Condition -Nothing left to say}

I synced with you when we first met.

Arriving late at the same time.

Who knew we both would end up off schedule.

Blinded by your smile i was hooked.

Now it’s hard to look you in the face,

and know that your wall was always up.

I wanted to delve so deep,

and massage away your pain you hide inside.

There are things that drew me to you.

but all these things are pushing me away.

And all i can do for you,

is bang my head on a wall and say I’m ok.

There are no tears as i stand here.

but there’s nothing left to say.

irritated, frustrated, and hurt.

Who would have thought the pain i wanted to take away was water reflected back at me,

this is so confusing I thought I had grasped a puddle and it streamed right through my fingers.

With no one left to blame i splash at it violently,

But i can’t hear my thoughts drowned out by the water.

There are things that drew me to you.

but all these things are pushing me away.

And all i can do for you,

is bang my head on a wall and say I’m ok.

There are no tears as i stand here.

but there’s nothing left to say.

I’m angry but I can’t be.

I’m disappointed but i should be.

The fact that keeping up appearances was more a important to you,

than than my fractured emotions tells all.

The bomb shook my senses.

Defenseless I’ll move on.

There are things that drew me to you.

but all these things are pushing me away.

And all i can do for you,

is bang my head on a wall and say I’m ok.

There are no tears as i stand here.

but there’s nothing left to say.

There’s nothing left to say.

{ Y, this gave me a reason to write}

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2 responses

7 04 2010
Narinda

Reading this felt like being in the ocean. Does that make sense? The drawing in and pushing away– like waves. And the water slipping through fingers imagery.

7 04 2010
Lucky Lion

it didn’t intend for it to feel that way. felt more like being stabbed, but i understand what you are saying. Funny how Vicky did a piece similar that night, totally feel her piece now. I used a lot of water imagery and i was drunk but the morning after reading the piece waves do appear to be a theme. The ocean seems to be a metaphor for life, vast, continuous and a wonder.

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