transporting words

if grief is tangible then happiness is conceptual

I live in days of remembrence over courtesies and caresses
poetic sentences uttered out the end of your fingertips
eloquence equaled by rhyme and repitence
over spindled beats and un hooked lines
made me remember when
it was you and i




see i would like to view the world obscured
faces blanked out by white with absence of emotion
if it could make my ignorant bliss endure and relieve my tension
but reality makes me a better fighter
so with clenched fists i grit words
that slip mouths like ventriloquists
till i am heard
and respected here after

im not saying it but i am

angry

trying to forget
the burns your words left me