receive/believe/grieve/leave.

it’s been long since i could count
our separation on one, even two, hands.
and yet, without fail, i find myself desperate
for a glimpse of what i hate to miss.

i’ve got to hold onto this cigarette
like you never held on to me.
this match has to light up
everything you never let me be.
and i still want to
receive you, receive you, receive.

you left me hanging in a tree,
tangled in its falling leaves.
you gave no noose or poetry,
just this terrible, tired disease.

i’ve got to hold onto this cigarette
like you never held on to me.
this match has to light up
everything you never let me be.
and i still want to
believe you, believe you, believe.

you+me=bad chemistry+tears=badpoetry=clichédheartbreak=you+me.

this is the point to which we’ve come,
the part when we stop and think things through
the part in the story i realized i’m done
and where you just kept on being you.

i’ve got to hold onto this cigarette
like you never held on to me.
this match has to light up
everything you never let me be.
and i still have to
grieve you, grieve you, grieve.

ashes to ashes,
we all fall down.
charcoal to charcoal,
we’re starting to drown.
fire to fire
we haven’t yet frowned
and i’m starting to light you up.

i’ve got to hold onto this cigarette
like you never held on to me.
this match has to light up
everything you never let me be.
and now i’ve got to
leave you, leave you, leave.