So Exasperated.

i was so exasperated the thoughts and memories simply evaporated
it was so pure when i simply thought
but fabricating the thought wasn't quite as easy as tying that knot
tearing it apart was a lot harder than we sought
i turned to her and expressed my love, poured out my heart
and listened as it splashed on the pavement
watched as it drained into the gutter of my lament
i gave her the arrow but didn't string the bow
and piece by piece i slowly sit down and put pieces of puzzles in packages to stow
when was the jigsaw forced by the police to solve?
we sat together but i don't know if we were in the same book
because my page read love, while her's reads lucidly mistook
generating a feeling so desperate that i never felt its presence
we collapsed in the sate of missing independence
and now I'm patiently waiting, palms up, back down
chin slung in a disheartening posture that has been renowned
so fragile you could have broken the humans empowered
i broke like glass as i acted jubilant thought the door
one word could describe the musical score
nope, not one, not any, humanity is brevity in its chores
and caring seems to be a quickly dying lure
asking myself if speaking with candor could ruin
unlocking the door of that car to act so fluid
nobody was watching when i dangled the rope
intertwined with the memories that fade and choke
i nailed myself to the cross, but the nails were too easy to toss
i gave up simplicity for lent, so every action is cups full of regret
i never tried for that simple action, that i can't remember to forget
the drive home was insane, full of coats hanging on my racking brain
drip drip drip drying, waiting for the mouth to start blindly screaming the pain
if love had an age limit there'd be no buyers and we'd walk away from the strain
this is the brave new world, turning new leaves, playing words for thieves
escaping breath told tell tale stories of xenophobes
when i fit her in the category of those who don't operate with all their lobes
pierced and jaded as though the fate is escalating the forgettable hate
i picked up my phone and dialed the numbers that turned into words
listing the hook to a song that fell into the category of things left to explore
this was the fate that carried out that night
and i will hold its memory forever in my forgetfulness
how little i meant to the people that told us
the surroundings that asked me if it was simply trust
pointing to the horizon asking for the likes of lust
loving left and lost the living feeling but fell asleep in my arms
now i can't see past the farms I'm driving thought
asking me questions, like, I'd never been able to travel tough
i answered ornery as ever, telling hell was running past me enough
this was the last i heard about the girl who haunted the ghost stories
shattering dreams in journals that peel back and inspect the scenes
so this was what happened when i busted at the seams
and showered out love, paper machete, and candy rings
sucked on for so long the stick was showing, and the flavor evacuated
a state of fruity emergency, so if she only knew
how honestly i try to express this when i tell you
that love exists only in split seconds of truth
so sit back... let breath remove
the bad, the good, the existence
thanks love; for this.

~I got home, at one am, and i stopped at the mailbox to check and see if the mail man came.

Love,
Digress.