Broken Hearts ~

there’s a theory about time
that i quite like
wherein tense is a made up concept
to organize the roiling chaos
that would otherwise overwhelm our brains
past and present and future
just words erected around
concepts with no borders
intersecting and interchanging always
there are no definitive points
ancestors waking with first breath
overlaid upon dying thoughts of descendants
and every moment in between
peeking through now and again
that sense of deja vu or premonition
a loose thread to pull upon
when we glimpse the truth in daydreams
i have never felt this theory
more than when i think of you
and how they say
this too shall pass
as if to negate the pain
and take away it’s meaning
in this world of time running together
i constantly lose you
but i also get to keep you
and those days i feel an extra warmth
are the ones where some version
of you and i live together
so i can take the hurt
stretched out over eternity
because it’s wrapped up in you too



Life is like a bunch of roses. Some sparkle like raindrops. Some fade when there's no sun. Some just fade away in time. Some dance in many colors. Some drop with hanging wings. Some make you fall in love. The beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Life you can be sure of, you will not get out ALIVE.(sorry about that)