The fire burns out tonight
It just wasn’t the same
It was hot enough
But the sparks never came
It was difficult
Hard to light
And I started to suspect
Things wouldn’t turn out right
The scene wasn’t set
The plate wasn’t touched
The glass was all empty
Nothing was simple, to put it simply
The moon was full
But I wanted more
And you seem to have forgotten
What we came out here for
Your words unexpected
Assumptions falsified
Your eyes promised me everything
But they lied
This touch wasn’t felt
This place wasn’t kept
And I didn’t feel like looking for you
When you left
I wasn’t motivated
I was misunderstood
And all I had for company
Was the moon
The stars
And the burning wood
damn.. I don;t know – it has been my understanding that the ones who speak it so eloquently are the ones who have lived it…. it’s not a question but I wonder sometimes where you get your insight from….
all I had for company,
was the moon,
the stars
and the burning wood….
I um… dont take this the wrong way – its the physical manifestation of my deeply hurtful emotions….. I wanted to vomit it was so moving.
It happened, then I wrote that on my phone.
sorry – that sucks. I didn’t mean to be nosey ..it;s a very moving piece.
It is odd after the morning I had, that I found this song, at least it feels like a song to me. I would call it serendipity yet that word feels happier than I feel right now. Your woods captured my emotions and I think I’ll be staring alone at the fire for some time.
I’m actually sorry if anyone identifies with this. I didn’t feel too great when I wrote it.
BTW, you said “Your woods captured…” and I thought that was a wonderful typo.
When you get all poetically moppy I just want to give you a big hug.
Just bring more wine.
Check.
And you’re picking up the check too? Thanks.
I am not a cheap date, thank you very much.
This is so very sad. It’s all the little pains, tallied day after day, that build into something huge. Sadly, in the moment most people don’t recognize when they’ve hurt someone. I’ve been guilty of that myself. I try to do right by the person I’ve hurt after it happens. I hope this person has done right by you.
And I hope the phrase, “burning wood” referenced the fire and was not a metaphor for gonorrhea.
I rarely use metaphors. They are the hailstones in the storm that is my blog.
Seriously, were you channeling me in this? Because it sounds like something I would write. It was sad…yet…beautiful.
“This is so good, it’s almost as good as the things I write!” lol thanks.
hahaha…exactly!!!!!!
Wow, you’re so vain and conceited and egotistical. Dang. Stand back everyone! Make way for the Hasty Ego!
Save yourself!
The Hasty Ego sounds like a breakfast restaurant – I’d totally eat there.