fairy tales and other myths

everyday
you try to get
better,
everyday
you stand up
and begin
again,
but the best
is behind you
now,
there are days
when you are sure
you will never
make love
again,
and more still
when you just don’t
care,
the music fills your brain
until you begin to
choke on it,
as you reach for the comfort
which is no longer
there.

3 in the morning
never felt so cold,
on dark lonesome Fridays
when everything
that once made sense,
falls away
into lakes and valleys,
where hidden monsters
lie patiently in wait,
and it is here
that you belong,
it is this
that you have sought,
so now
shall it be,
the ultimate loser,
in the final loss
of a game
being played
on foreign fields;

where you never stood a
chance.

she has taken
the one thing
which might have
made a difference,
with impossible promises
and broken truths,
as it all begins to come
together
one more time;

closer,
nearer,
quieter,
silently,
gone;

and you think inside,
if she just walked
through that door,
you would love her;

forever;

but happily ever after,
exists only
in fairy tales
and myths.
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