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| Courtesy-Kaethe Butcher |
Why wouldn’t you come out in the open and revel in your failures?
The dying breath of a love you’ve been working on,
The silence of disappointments reeking in the family room,
The quick sight of a dwindling career,
The angst of accomplished friends,
Losing sight of familiarity,
Coming to terms with reality
Why wouldn’t you come out in the open and caress your
memories?
The dismal state of your former wellbeing speaks volumes of
the voice you miss
This aching heart of yours brims with emotions beyond your
comprehension, beyond your mind’s checklist and your heart’s deepest desires
and wants
The moment when you held your mama’s hand to take your first
steps only to fall down
The days when you played in the Sun, unaware of the dirt or
the leering glares
You shunned it all out, and yet you have it locked inside
Glories of soccer, Nintendo and Keenan alike, you wear on
your sleeve with delight,
The memories of these glories you take away from light
Why wouldn’t you come out in the open and bare your broken
heart?
With the everlasting sight of being in your lover’s arms
The unspoken reality of drowning in kisses for far too long
The unbearable denial of the fire running out, and bringing
you down
The eyes that met once across the room all comforting and warm
feel like chagrin now in the eyes remnants of your peace and calm
Why wouldn’t you come out in the open and speak your mind?
Those failures make us the individuals that we are,
Unrequited love is not only a thing of art, but more so the
undying melody of a stronger heart
Men and women cannot be the same, and never apart
Like bones to your limbs
And blood to your heart
We all need the failures, the scars, the pain, the art to
survive in this world of ours.
Take it easy, moonchild, fall over and over then begin again
from the start,
Where you leave your story to unfold, there begins your art
Come buy me some soda, we’ll breathe some Mary Jane and from
my closet-heart,
We’ll try to figure out Monty Python and the Holy Grail
right from the start.

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