What's left

The stars seem extra bright tonight.
It always seems like they stand out more when it gets cold.
Maybe because there are less leaves to obstruct their view.
Maybe the cold enhances the senses.
No matter how much they shine on me I feel dark tonight.
Insignificant.
I feel undercover.
Playing at all these relationships.
I don't really belong here.
I don't fit.
But I can act like I do.
I'm reaching out to something that isn't there.
It never was.
Neither was I.
Sweep me under the rug and pretend I never made this mess.

dm.

All my imperfections

"She said that I was the brightest little firefly in her jar.."
But I'm not lighting up for you.
I've grown resentful of the environment.
You keep me behind glass.
I'm running out of air inside.
It's time to smash the glass and fly away.
Somewhere I can burn brighter than I ever could with you.
You've got fireproof eyes but I'm burning through you with mine.

dm.

We all live on...

you've always given me handfuls of tomorrows

now i'm left with just today

putting on this act for anyone still watching

haven't you heard? vaudeville's dead

you're always my (mis)leading lady

your eyes keep you exposed like wires

just twice as dangerous

and i know you'll never be shocked by me

out of state, out of mind

or close enough

i'll cut my losses and see if they bleed

you can't feel empty when what you lose means nothing

if you're the arsonist, i'm the fire

burning beautiful before becoming black, ugly ashes

feeling infinite without you in my mind

'i'd prefer not to be rescued'

you were my faith, but empty as religion

just another story to make me feel hope

if you were deified before, consider this my blasphemy

my atheism to your scripture
getting older
getting sober
getting over
it's getting old.

....dm