Pathetic Sad Man in the Age of Quiet Death

Grey existence, late thirties

Still sore from old wounds

Feels pathetic

I know I’m petty

Cant let go

Got cut too deep

She took a piece of me with her

Still rattling the bars of the cage

Heart still jumps at your beautiful face

You tasted like drugs

Everything in moderation

I couldn’t stop

Got strung out on you

You were the one I always wanted

Fell in love with you in the 7th grade

It wasn’t supposed to end like that

I never prepared for that

You’re not you anymore

Someone else walks around in your skin

Doesn’t remember my name

Or the urgency in our voices 

When we said “I promise”

I’ll take this one to my grave

Always a wound that aches

Rub where it’s sore

Teeth clenched

Old pain on tired bones

You weren’t there when I needed you most

Disappointed for the rest of my life

Lost my faith in everything