LOVE:

there's no stepping around it
i'm heartbroken and full of regret
can't avoid the thoughts about the talks
and how many words i want to express in the songs
but i've got "forget me" stuck on repeat
it plays as i bob my head to the beat
i wish i could look back and figure out the BIG SECRET
but it was so intense i could be part of that treat
easily forgotten and quickly left for dead
i hope i'm an echo stuck in her head
but i'm nothing more than rotting words left unsaid
something produced a spontaneous need to behead
what has become something developed over many miles unmeasured
around the world, sent from here to there
the messages were full of love, to die a death so unfair
its so awkward thinking to myself, never knowing my own help
i need somebody but there's a closet full of empty space
and it stare me down in the face, when i question any trace
how will i ever find myself to get up and replace
the words written remembering her grace
i assume she forgot all those late night talks
only to leave the memory out lined in chalk
laying on this ground, in the agony of silenced sound
evaporating slowing into the show that surrounds
life moves on as she piles dirt onto another mound
just another one put into the ground
place it with a headstone and leave it named "Unknown"
when did no words become such a powerful gun?
the position i've been placed in has lacked in fun
my pulse surrounds me as i collapse into the street
feeling like i've just been sucker punched and breached
if only an explanation could be brought forward
if only she would shed light on the situation so morbid
then possibly i'd find the right path to mark invalid
tonight i'll drown it out with alcohol and worthless sin
just to find my way back to where i did begin
what is the lesson that i learned?
that i should spend so much time concerned
when my mind runs it tends to overturn
and produces fantasies of folk lure

Nothing.
not a phone call or electronic message
or an abstract form of method
i should give up, this relationship has grown tempid
she knew i would have allowed anythings she vented
goodbye is my message
forget everything you knew about ME as a VESTIGE

~Becoming a vestige. i am easily forgotten. all i need is an explanation. f-this.

~Lumber hug.

Love,
Digress and the Irrational Thinkers Society.