Always and forever will I hold dearThat fortuitous day in MayWhen we talked shopAnd pondered over aging clocksIn your city atop a hillOverlooking that beautiful belvedere
means existing at the ends ofincredible strength and incredible fragilitysimultaneously
I’m no ABCDI know exactly who I amI defy categorization
Every time I see your nameI sit and prayHoping you’ll somehow knowThat we’re okay
With a passion all of its ownUtterly oblivious to our maudlinDublin, Austin, DestinAll our futile…
if I were to tell youyou wouldn’t believe meyou’d say that my storysounded more like a workof dystopian fictionthan a modern-day reality
I am tearing apart at the seamsbruised, battered, brokenmy heart is hurting
in my mind, you’re not engagingin your mind, i’m overthinkingoutside our door, the war rages onthe silence between us so loudyou can hear a pin drop