Strange how things come together

I pop all the pills
To forget the memories
That were nothing but dreams

Loved by a new boy
It felt good, it was empty
Empty when full

Hickey on my neck
And he grabbed me aggressively
It felt like a cure

But then I see you
In colors available
Only in hazy dreams

Thinking about church
Just so I can sing and cry
With no one watching

Why do I do this?
The things that are bad for me?
I guess I don’t care

I remember waves
And clouds and horizons deep
In color you are

(I was writing these haikus in a stream of consciousness and they all kind of melded into one piece.)


Two parted

When we two parted
In silence and tears,
Half broken —hearted
To sever for years,
Pale grew thy cheek and cold,
Colder thy kiss;
Truly that hour foretold
Sorrow to this.

The dew of the morning
Sunk chill on my brow—
It felt like the warning
Of what I feel now.
Thy vows are all broken,
And light is thy fame;
I hear thy name spoken,
And share in its shame.

They name thee before me,
A knell to mine ear;
A shudder comes o’er me—
Why wert thou so dear?
They know not I knew thee,
Who knew thee too well—
Long, long I shall rue thee,
Too deeply to tell.

In secret we met—
In silence I grieve,
That thy heart could forget,
Thy spirit deceive.
If I should meet thee
After long years,
How should I greet thee?
With silence and tears.

Lord Byron