Sad Labels:
verse
inverted epiphanies
fall like snowflakes
as the season changes;
gone before they could.
as though every
color of the spectrum were
ours, to own, to mix until
we matched again.
i just drink, but i
haven't been drunk in ages;
there's just a better flow
to the world when, as if in my
life a speed limit's been posted.
adn time swallows slow, in
smooth gulps, as if it's not
hungry anymore. is just tasting;
adn there still are flavors
to be found in these dead flowers
and nelgected gardens.
i know just what i am,
but it's never known me,
because it doesn't want to;
because life is a fairy tale
we imagine to be real, and
i don't remember once upon a time
or understand happy endings.