More Than Anyone Could Ever Say

The golden days have burnt out,
The only glinter of light,
Is that reflection of pain in your eyes,
The feelings I told you would toy with you are clear to you now.

When they tore down the park,
They robbed me of my childhood,
Those memories that got me through,
The goodness left in me.

Why did I jump so high to fall so hard?
Why did I die to live like this?
I can’t believe what’s happened to us,
We’ve come so far to sell ourselves out.

Everyone has changed,
Growing older, we give the cold shoulder,
We turn to superficial meanings instead,
Friends and sex, who’s gay and who to us is dead.

You said I mattered,
You said I could be the greatest,
Now the meaning’s grown old,
Now that you have the latest.

I wish I could fall freely into the river,
Rocks would cut open my past,
And as I began to shiver,
These feelings could last.

Harbour your hate,
Meekly in denial,
But when the world shakes at your feet,
Will you be unprepared and suicidal?

Without your clique,
You’re defenseless and weak,
And I see through you,
More than anyone could ever say.

I knew you,
More than anyone could ever say,
In vain, and taken for granted,
You pushed me away.
I fucking knew you,
And you didn’t care about it,
I was there for you,
And you told me you were there for me too,
But we both know that’s fucking bullshit.

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About humblefoot

Kyle Fisher (who often uses the alias Logan Rowley online and in his writing) has been enjoying writing since he was just 8 years old. His first formal publication was at the age of 13. He is now a spiritualist and openly queer author, perpetually searching for inspiration to create and learn more about the world around him. He is always drawn to the simplicity and uniqueness that life has to offer. He doesn’t identify with labels or socially constructed ideas about how the world should be. He believes that the world is your oyster, and that we all project our own destinies with the thoughts we choose to harbour about the universe. He is an idealistic, spiritualistic hippie who is just trying to find his place in this world, crafting each word to leave his mark, and promote love and equality among all people.
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