and grow to find they don't exist
they never did
a constructed idea, distorted to ruin
you say you hope I'm not waiting
I can assure you it never occurred to me
how could I believe in even the possibility
of a thing I've never seen
when every life I've ever known
has been torn, broken by the hope
that such a thing as forever could ever exist
could be found by the likes of this carcass
dragging around its warm skin
these wants that I wonder at
a desire I can't name
yet there's no bond that can't be broken
by anger, or silence,
or simple indifference
there is no promise you can find it
or abide it when it's there
partners perish
as do parents, and childhood dreams
the simple longings of what we thought
we once wanted
and there's a haze to wade through
a confusion of emotions
and the years of luggage trailing behind
hiding, and waiting
in the corners and recesses of the mind
how can we hope to find something
when the only thing we can find to be true
is a basic need to touch, and taste, to feel
connection to something more
unbreakable bonds shatter
the walls we strive to build
crumble at our feet
and then we're just here
crawling through the rubble
somehow surprised by each fresh cut
while covered in scars
it's the breakdown of the bondage
we think we're tied to
like I could be tied to
something inside you.
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