[Poetry] Over You

Wake up and I go 'round again 

Same old, same old 

Ask me how I've been of late 

Same old, same old 

Returning the questions to you 

Same old, same old 

Same old motions we go through 

Same old, same old 

I've been warned and warned myself 

Thought it through over and again 

Everything says it's time to move on 

Everyone says the end's the end 

Time to just accept the truth 

But in truth, I'm over getting over you

[Poem] Where the world was

The water tastes dry
As she sits on the park bench
Mouthing words no one hears
Tears filling her green eyes
Cigarettes for safety belts
Stop her from crashing into him

They float away

Paper-mâché whales
Swimming through stars
And the backseat of cars

Silver on the edges of leaves
Leaves the tree and falls
Spiraling down into her soul
Where she feels his hand
Feint whispers beg thoughts
Of cloudy nights and six year olds