original poerty

roads and dead ends

everything is a road
seemingly infinite

subject to a web of cause and effect
that determines the detours

do you believe in coincidences?

everything is a road
a passageway one chooses directly or indirectly

a vague promise
of an innate desire

everything is an infinite road
with impending anticipation, eagerness or fear

of dead ends
that don’t really exist

Remember who it was that calmed your raging seas before they devoured every ship that tried to sail them.
Remember who it was that listened to every solitary thing you’ve said and offered
sincerity
honesty
clarity
when your storms clouded your eyes and you became lost.
Remember who it was that introduced you to a different and new way of thinking
people are not all bad and 
people are not out to get you and 
you are not your illness and
you are not the demon you paint yourself to be
Remember who I am and don’t you fucking forget about me.
—  If the shoe fits. (e.m.)

What if everything is false?

What if we’re all just a part of some

fucked up dream?

Would you still love me if I never

wanted to see the sun anymore?

Because baby I’m telling you

these nights started killing me

long ago

And now the light from the sun

well, it’s getting harder to see also

I didn’t mean to drag you into this

I’m sorry

but I still can’t help but wonder 

what if it’s not even worth apologizing

for?

Because 

what if everything is false?

Simplicity

I’ll take a man who can’t cook for himself.

Who would rather rake the leaves while I make dinner.

I’ll take a man who grows his beard all year long.

Who can’t remember what clean shaven feels like.

I’d like a man who can debate fight club dynamics with me.

Who can quote the movie as quickly as I can.

I’d like to hold the hand of a man who can skin a deer.

Who still reads in his recliner next to mine.

I’d like a man like you.

Who asks if I need another beer.