Sometimes, There is not enough of me and too many of you.

Orange walls

Surround me

A memory

A tangerine dream

Painted the day

You landed your ass in jail

I did not stop until every wall

Enveloped me in their arms

That had once belonged to you

A “you” I would later discover

Had been bitten by a love

So white, so pure

No other could replace

You had moved here

To escape her

But she found you

And you held on

Not enough concrete

To finish

Not enough

Never enough

For no matter how you tried

You could not hide

She was everywhere

All the time

You pretending

She was long gone

How I wanted to believe

In You

How I wanted to believe

You would see

That your were strong

You were free

It was okay

To let go of that queen

Still, her frosty hands

Would find you

Sharpening your tools

Just to make dust

You had been my sniper

my boy scout

my lover

my friend

“Eyes in Front”

You would say

Convinced predators

Roamed every street

In which I would think

Yeah, I am looking at one

Can remember the day I came home

And you had moved in…

“Temporary”

You had said

Seven years later

I had your Chevy F-whatever hauled off

I stood my ground

This time was for good

You and You and all your other You-s

Were no longer welcome in my home

And now I sit in that same room

Tapping away on my keyboard

Telling the world

How there once was this guy…

Who could have had a home

Warmth

Support

A soldier with a throne

And while I finally had enough

I do hope you know

I did give it my all

To You and You

To all of You