Prone

Goodbye. Soaring nights of unthinkable song,
Notes like plasma linger in the haze.
I sang a song of valentines and smoky euphoria
Dreams of youth live on in my dizzy reality
But this will never do.
No question, this is blatant irresponsibility.

Sunlight continues to crash in upon my nauseous morning
I can only remember the stumble, tripping walking
Am I drowning? Perhaps this is intentional,
But my affections are never fatal.
You kiss the sky and my heart shatters in my breast.
In this fluttering, flashing schizophrenia the nectar spills--
Can't we just start over?

Hello. I can't stop this gravity
Your hands manipulate my electric heartstrings
Reminiscent of a child at play
And I allow myself to be plugged in,
Turned on, forgetting shouldn'ts and shoulds
Never considering goal or consequence
Resigning myself to the foreseeable betrayal
That occurs when you just do your job.

I comprehend least of all my tendency to love you
Arranging all my treasures in the sticky heat of the dawn
My naivete is constantly refreshed,
Never scarred, never jaded.
Love me not for what I seek after
And fault me not for my tendency for unconditional love,
For what I am I cannot cease to be.

25 May 2008