Building Bridges

46.92, A fly pets my hand and there is still time to think of you.

Staying relaxed, changing my tone.

Fixing myself. 

Walking off this broadway, turning into something new again.

Playing old songs that still get stuck in my head. 

And he’s made love with cupid, while I discover a new shade of blue, since Hades is a fool. 

I let her go and started building bridges to get to a lagoon.

For it’s time to find a new tune. 

Feeling loved in yellow sweaters, feeling loved on a pull out couch. 

Feeling loved in green lights, feeling loved with nothing to do. 

I am ashamed to care for your name. 

I wasn’t expecting to. 

Though when you speak, I can’t hear and I’m still mirthful. 

Still, even when the intoxicated woman cries, pleading to clean. 

Still, even when we hear our potential is nothing but shit. 

You are the sun that melts puddles.

Stick nor stone will break me, for I have every day to wait for you.