I Love Through A Paper Bag...Full With Shards Of Broken Glass - Poem by O.S. Brooks

She said that I am messed up for not coming home last night
I know in my heart that it was because I was passed out,
waste deep in tequilla,
dreaming of making it there.
I thought 'No excuse. Excuses equals no results.'
I know...that excuses got me this far.
There was no woman next to me last night
No foreign tongue on my lips
No reason for being ashamed of loosing track of time

I sliced through memories on a video game
While downing alcohol to loose track of mine
There was no self-proclaimed answer in the bottle
Just my stale-stank breath on a pillow come morning
I write to make up the difference
Wronged for wanting space, a taste of life, love

Well...

My love shifts through a paper bag
Full with shards of broken glass

We work quit well in teams
Her and I
Keeping ourselves busy with multiplicity
I've seen summer pass in our kiss,
winter die in our embrace,
a woman smile,
a woman scorned

Hate

Why do relationships have to be this way?
Pleasure, Pain, or the bullet
I walk a tight rope, as men do in long testiments
Wiping the seat off after faulty piss aim
Covering lies with sugar grin smiles
Or simply trying to maintain the passionate dwindling flame

I
Know
Time
Kills
The
Mocking Bird
Like
All things
It
Will
Kill
Me

No...
I'll love till my heart beat stops
Till the sun jumps out of my coffee cup
Impossibly - Forever

Like a child with a fist full of candy
I've learned that life is as sweet as you make it
Bitter/Sweet - Unusually -Bitter/Sweet
Love, hate, pleasure, pain, joy
But never-the-less we try

And
I
Understand
Now
Why
The
Bird's
Song
Dies
With
Age

So, we fight time and try

Yet...
Our love shifts through a paper bag
Full with shards of broken glass.

Poems by O.S. Brooks

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