walk with me on the graves

If i knew anything,
i knew ive spent too many years by its side,
not to recognize the deconstruction;
the recycling of currents,
creating different realities ontop the pebbles,
refracting and flecking light through bent air.
Still no epiphany can satisfy lust
or the other holes in my wantings.
As much as I relied on alcohol
and carelessness,
you'd figure I'd forsaken the value of friends.

The whisper, the song
the breath over drawn
a ghost on the lawn
through the blinds at dawn

we laughed when we knew
we weren't special
our love was just love
and hate was regretful