The Return

By Shaire Blythe

Tuesday, May 27, 2014

 

The Return

 

Pity party, Do you see me?

I get more out of you this way,

It’s a tragedy,

There has to be more to this,

Whatever this is,

It’s your call,

I am the shot,

I ring through the air,

Cutting through wires so thin, No one could tell that there even there,

It’s something I hate,

That’s part of my escape,

But I come right back here,

I was first hurt,

Do you care?

And then I hurt you,

With the same ole shit,

I keep thinking, And I keep saying, we could do much better,

But all my cries and all my shouts, and we get no better,

I can’t let you go,

Cause when I let you go,

I create this empty hole in my chest,

I lose my breath, and only think of you,

What do we do now?

Time is running out,

I can never deal, but you can keep it together,

I’m not always right, Neither are you,

But, honestly, what is it that we are to do?