Blankets can’t cover
the sins of our men;
cradles can’t contain
the evil under our skin.
Smile, because you’re
beautiful—and all the wounds
within me will heal.
We are the failed lovers,
and we might as well unite.
Destiny tore us from beauties
and gave us lonely nights.
Gene pools weren’t ideal;
selfish choices broke us down.
Our pain cannot be shown,
so we cry tears of a clown.We are the failed lovers,
it’s our label and our brand.
We burned it on our skin
with an oblivious hand.
Now we can’t remove it—
they know us from the mark.
We’re the failed fucking lovers,
owners of a restless heart.
Glimmers of hope
matched the sparkles of fools gold,
sold off dreams of the broken hearted,
who believed the work was never worth it.
Departed in the depths of solitude
isolated in line with misery’s latitude,
attitude literal to the magnitudes of Pompeii—
she, pops off like chardonnay, parlays
in misdirection, maybe someday
she’ll see how, fate works in mysterious ways
and give way to love without the hesitation.
