amandemetri
Cards
Stacked
In a tower
You are the builder
And I am the thinker
Sitting with my deck of cards
Planning every move I make
In a lonesome game of solitaire
You say I'm not an artist
Because all of my drawings
Are abstract shapes
You say I'm not a realist
Because my imagination
Is abstractly strange
Short stubby fingers intertwine with each other
Holding hands tightly with you
Don't cry my love
This isn't the end
Just a new beginning.
Tearing my walls down
You open up your psychiatrist dialogue
Tongue in cheek you don't know what to say
But you've already said it all
I put up these barriers
To hide my damaged self
All that is left is the rubble
From the destruction.
Wake up
Bind down
Look in the mirror
Stay calm
Think positive
Ignore slurs
Go home
Binder off
Look in the mirror
Cry a little
Go to sleep
Repeat.
When I feel like I can't do anything anymore, like the universe is just pushing down on every part of my mind, I just get in my old Jeep and drive. I'll drive on the highway for miles, hours. It takes away the clouds in my mind. I never want it to end. But then the road gets hazy and I start to head back, crawling into bed as the sun begins to rise.
The brick house stood all on it's own.
The only thing left standing around the fire,
Protected from the chaos around it.
The blood colouring the streets the same colour as the house itself.
It was clean in the dirt,
Until the explosion came, killing you and I.
You were like my blank canvas.
I dressed you up in bright colours
And painted a smile on your face.
I covered up everything
That I didn't want you to be.
And you were my masterpiece.
But then I realized I was wrong
And I washed away the paint
And hung the real you on my wall.
You are my masterpiece.