Oh how wonderful we were.
At least, at times.
We argued so little in the begining that
Even on nights like this
When I have a strangers come on my sheets
I still feel the likes of you in my soul.
With tears in my eyes
I have never felt so cold, naked, and alone.
With you I felt as if I were on a throne.
Yet, tonight, all I feel is twilight
Beckoning me to usher in everything that is someone else.
No one is around.
Terrible it is to be a big heart
In a half-broken world.
In actuality though, it hasn’t been long enough since you’ve been around.
The distance that now divides us
Now seems to be ever the more awful.
Truth is, I have missed spitting that Sean Smith game on the honies.
Who I want next, I shall never tell.
I miss everything about the..
Their hair, smile, teeth, moods, criticisms, lessons, and wisdoms
They all are tattooed on my heart’s soul.
All I have is life goals oh so distant
And no reason to care where the waves take me.
I know I have live life for me only,
But here I am twenty four and at my absolute best.
I guess I never realized I would learn to dislike Christin this much. She is basically stalking me nowadays. Shits real.
Truth is, Fam, it was tough at times,
But poets like you, ever so sublime,
thereupon the reason to my sonneteer rhyme.
I fucking hate this.
Fuck feeling better.
And fuck anything not casual romance.
I wish I could just stop
preventing the tears so etched into my eyes.
Far from serene or sleepy,
I am still afraid to feel, to cry.
But at last, I am free.
We are what’s good.
Sean M. Smith