fire at will.

chasing an
afterglow
of sorts.
i've some things
worth sorting out.
it's not my time,
not my turn.
holding sands of time
in my hands,
but, oh, how it slips
between my fingers.
it's not my time.
i'm not going.
she whispered,
"you know, this could be the end."
it took me a second to get it, too.

i found your warehouse,
full of loose teeth
and broken hearts.
i wasn't impressed.
i trailed off,
trailed away.
i spent a lot of my own
time, trying to make this alright.
to put together this jigsaw puzzle,
and i will take you there.
i told you this.


these trophy eyes,
and trophy lies,
can't be stopped
anymore than you can.
how can you say those things?
i wonder what it's like to be a ghost
as much as i wonder what it's like
to be alive.
and then you said a little more
about your hair,
about your life,
and your girl.
like that was ever my call.
i'm madly in love
with how it all rolls off your tongue.
i knew you before i ever
even knew you,
and i'll wear this on my sleeve.
give me a reason to believe.

she whispered,
"you know, this could be the end."
it took me a second to get it, too.

we are not the same.