Grief.

-M

Back and Forth.

I couldn't handle the back and forth.

I am sorry I am not sorry,
That is ultimately what you would say to me, Man up and stand next to your words, you opinions, not behind them. Your a coward to your thoughts and a fool to your mind, but only cause' you let yourself.

Not many people can see you the way I did.
You gave that up the day we required being fought for, so you laid down your sword and decided picking daises in the valley sounded safer... No Shit it is safer, but you gave up a life with me, more than that, with yourself and for that I am sad for you and mad at you.

Maybe you will never clean your eyes from all the lies your momma told you, but if you don't you won't be able to see the big picture, the picture you could have painted for yourself, you do that so nicely.

But if you don't all that will be let is an empty frame, with holes carved from nails that were sacrificed but saved for a rainy day.

I couldn't handle the back and forth, so I stopped going back.

-M

Barrels.

I used to sit by the stairs and listen to you play, just to here a familiar melody coming from a familiar face. I never meant any harm when I would hit the alarm just to see your face narrow and your eyes widen from the shock of unfamiliar sounds, but honestly it would scare me first anyways. The sunlight peers from your windowsill while we corroborate about adventures not yet taken and food not yet tasted, you always loved trying new things. Our laughs were synced by the passion streaming inside our veins and humor was in everything it seemed. I would isolate myself to save the trouble of explaining why I truly can't add up, but you would always followed me into those desolate places where much wasn't let in but I let many things out. You loved me tenderly and held me tightly while leaving space for the things unseen but they were felt regularly.Your glasses were thick just like your fist and your heart was soft for me but solid in times of my need.

-M

EastBAY.

Can't find jewels like these at a cheap price, and I couldn't begin to ask for a bargain.
I drove through hills and up hills and around hills, but never could find their names.
I saw tree lines and tree stumps and tree seats, but I never could find their roots.
Fog rushes around me like traffic on a friday evening and horns sound from eager drivers and fear-filled city men that then become aware of the sightless views in front of them.
This city where bridges never end and where hills always descend into segregated neighborhoods or districts I should say, that lead into bays of water and recyclable waste is where the lost ones go to find a their own.
People always say that City's never sleep, well, this one does well into 10:30AM and thats when the coffee shops begin to wake with their lines wrapped around their bay windows and bikers retreat to organic, locally owned breakfast nooks to rest before heading on their way to the hills for their daily ride.

The climate varies from foggy to soggy to sunny but the water crashes onto cliffs of rock that align the coast with  heated hearts and goose bumps from the crisp breeze. I was always one to look for bargains but this was a treasure I found that came at no cost, so I'll settle my bets and one day will head back left to where the bay awaits for my requests.


-M