originalzombee

i wake up and find that there are
tales as ancient as mountains in his eyes
and i can almost imagine what those eyes will be
when we are old, wrinkled, and grey.

and this grand canyon, this deep
jagged gash in his heart
closes up around me from
time to time. its okay, mines broken too
but my love is bottomless, and warm.

and i'm no fucking poet
but words can't do you justice anyways
and i tried to paint you, and i failed that too.
but every fucking day i wake up and smile
and i love you completely.

you can find friendship in the cemetary
if you know where to look
and i'm sure i don't
i've never been good at friendship
but i've stumbled into lucky, my love.