Ashes (February 22, 2014)

I’m wired and ready to fire; I’ve got so much to say 
Crushed by desire; feelings that get in the way 
And the million times we’ve said goodbye 
Play over like broken records in my mind 

Now that the bridge has been cut loose 
Let’s just burn it 
I’ll even let you strike the first match 
You’ve earned it 
And I’ll shout something over the abyss 
Just to make sure you know it came to this 
And there’s no coming back around 
No rising from the ashes on the ground 

I didn’t have anything nice to say 
But I didn’t bite my tongue 
I let the bile and acid get in the way 
As I stood on the lowest rung 
Of my emotional maturity 
Releasing each of my demons 
From their obscurity 

I’m wired and ready to run; got too much on my plate 
Damned by schedules; every day I’m running late 
The older I am, the worse it gets 
Buried by all these bills and late payments 
So I don’t have time for your childish games 

Now that the bridge has been cut loose 
Let’s just burn it 
I’ll even let you strike the first match 
You’ve earned it 
And I’ll shout something over the abyss 
Just to make sure you know it came to this 
And there’s no coming back around 
No rising from the ashes on the ground 

-Kortney Marie

Vagabond Ways (March 1, 2014)

One eye fixed on the present
One eye on the prize
No sense of direction
As you float across the skies
Unable to focus
On how or where you move
Unstable staccato to your pseudo groove
And your lyrics change language in the same tune
Heart in a panic as you bump against the moon

I’ve had too much
Too much
Too much, I say
Gotta get free of you
You and your vagabond ways
When you aren’t really here
And you haven’t gotten there
You’re so cruel and absent
But you need me to care

It was dark when I read your latest letter
By dawn, I still didn’t have words to make it better
My tongue swells as I choke back a bitter I-told-you-so
It’s something you already know
And in the hours that have come to pass
I can only draw the conclusion
That our sordid past left you with an illusion

We were hardly ever lovers
And we’re not quite friends
You liked to twist my heart
To see how far it would bend
Cruel in your intention
Steady in your abuse
So rude and crass with the words you would use
But when I left, you would plead, beg me to stay
Ego in a panic as you watched me walk away

I’ve had too much
Too much
Too much, I say
Gotta get free of you
You and your vagabond ways
When you aren’t really here
And you haven’t gotten there
You’re so cruel and absent
But you need me to care

Unable to focus
On how or where you move
Unstable staccato to your pseudo groove
Float in circles, float aimlessly to your song
Wander forever, loveless vagabond

 

-Kortney Marie

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