J&C

How sad it is to think
"life is better without me"
how bleak, it's not healthy
to think you'll be better deceased.
I came before you did
and I left without a trace
I stumbled through the door
and I left feeling displaced
How cynical I am
to think you're just bored
but I understand the feeling
when you're being ignored.
Attention, never given
plans with no fruition,
a single fickle obsession
that's left without a trace.
How incredibly naive
when you claim to believe
that ideals such as those
will bring you through your prose
to a place non-existent
but it does inside your head
and you're feelings drip red
when you get out of bed
but I wish I had one
a warmth to surround me
and pick me up above the flood
and save me from drowning
It's always black and white
with you things never bled
between the bends and blankets
and leave you feeling dead.
I dream to be a pilot
also floating in the space
between the narrowest of eyes
that blink without a trace.