by: Ian Chamberlin
Look out below!
Before you fall again…
You get pulled up by your puppet strings
but they’re easily tangled
by a strong wind from a kiss blown in your direction.
And no, these words won’t change things,
your eyes will still avoid that awkward contact…
What was once the world is now a self destructing sore that comes and goes.
And even now, after everything
good, bad, and ugly,
you sit and think of what was and what could have been…
silently ripping away at the void in your stomach that the butterflies once occupied.
This mess of a mountain she’s left is unbelievably difficult to venture over.
And even when you feel you’re close to the top,
she's there to relieve your fingers of that hope of a ledge that they cling to,
and you fall back into that deep hole.
The net of music and friends will bounce you back up…
But you’ll still be scaling the side of the mountain,
unable to let go…