Opus

Fall

It's a dry place
Where you can't feel the seasons change
Lost
In neon lights and gold tassles
The heat seeps through my skin
Numbing
Everything I want to feel
I drown myself, in empty fills
Of empty loves that never were
Hoping
Only to find something real.

I want to drink from
Obscure poetry books in rotting shelves
Of a summer long gone by
And wait for it to make sense.

Cold tea
Sweat
And a torn t-shirt later,

The light in the dark room, spinning a story
Of the two souls that fell in love
But one of them fell asleep
And I waited for the tears to come.
Only to know
I'm living.

(The tears never came)

I wish I had someone to sing love songs for
I wish I could breathe.
Again

I wish I could write something that made sense.
Something different
From these empty words
Ugly
Empty
Useless
Just like the last one.

I wait for fall to come
Even though I know
That the heat is what the city is made of.
Neon lights and gold tassles.
To hide the brown stench of death.