Daffodils
Freshly 18 you go out into the world sacrificing yourself
To the gods of newly painted apartments and friends who won’t wake up
Your belly is empty …but who gives a damn in days as dark as this
Breathe slow and attempt to sync exhalation with the drum that your heart now beats to
And pretend that I am a little man dancing precariously amongst newly grown hairs on your scalp
Mocking our past selves, present truths, and future occupations
I once had a dream that I would work in some old shipyard
Sun kissing my neck deeply like lovers before a war
The only thing I would have to come home to is you
Playing me your deepest desires on some old 45
Phrases of your whiskey drenched soul dribbling out
In someone else’s worn out voice
I have just realized that this is a love for my nightmares
I’m tired of watching days pass like this
Waking up back sticking to your sheets
Attempting to hold a cigarette steady with a trembling hand
I look into you once starlit eyes
Now sad dwarfs for planets soon to fall into
We pretend each dawn is a miracle
Hold your head above the water
And we will mix passion with broken teeth
And scratch tallies marking the newborn days
With our exposed bones
I’ll kiss the tears that glide quietly down your cheek
Hoping that by some terrible mistake we will stay together
I couldn’t have dreamt up a more beautiful ending
To something so seemingly tragic
So hold me quietly for this last hour
And we will listen as the sky consumes itself
Because this isn’t the time for us to wonder
If we’ll ever get our shit together
This is the early afternoon of our discontent
