It ain’t no use to sit and wonder why, babe
It don’t matter, anyhow
And it ain’t no use to sit and wonder why, babe
If you don’t know by now
When your rooster crows at the breaks of dawn
Look out your window and I’ll be gone
You’re the reason I’m traveling on
Don’t think twice, it’s all right.
It ain’t no use in turning on your light, babe
That light I never knowed
And it ain’t no use in turning on your light, babe
I’m on the dark side of the road
But I wish there was somethin’ you would do or say
To try and make me change my mind and stay
We never did too much talking anyway
So don’t think twice, it’s all right.
It ain’t no use in calling out my name, gal
Like you never done before
It ain’t no use in calling out my name, gal
I can’t hear you any more
I’m a-thinking and a-wond’rin’ walking down the road
I once loved a woman, a child I’m told
I give her my heart but she wanted my soul
Don’t think twice, it’s all right.
So long honey, babe
Where I’m bound, I can’t tell
Goodbye’s too good a word, babe
So I’ll just say fare thee well
I ain’t saying you treated me unkind
You could have done better but I don’t mind
You just kinda wasted my precious time
But don’t think twice, it’s all right.
We , together,
Tore down that which we built , together.
Scrubbed the last standing pots of early morning memories of breakfasts in bed And wake up kisses.
Packed into boxes, are the little things I never had the words to describe
In poems , in late night phone calls, in empty plees to stay a little longer.
We packed up what we had built. Labeled and squished into 4 little boxes.
4 years in 4 boxes.
Stacking them in the hall way, walking you to the door. A final goodbye to a body I have so mistakingly told myself I had come to know.
Turn the lock.
My spine and palms
Against the wall
Guide me to a safe landing
Deep breathe.
Everything is eventual.
waking up alone has officially gotten old. cuddles are crucial.
im going to die. need dat sweet sweet spoonin’.
Now hiring.
There will come a time
when the wanderers of your heart and mind
will find a home.
When you find yourself in deep meditation
only to struggle with shutting out the memories and unspoken thoughts
When you find
in reading pages upon pages of a novel
only to realize you havent been reading at all.
There will come a time
When the wanderers of your heart and mind
will surely find a place to call home.
I have really really scary anxiety for the first night in a very very long time and it scares me and what’s even more scary is knowing that you were the only thing that could calm it down. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck FUCK!