Complete

Short little breaths, staggered and few.
The butterflies in my belly used to dance and sing a chorus for you.
Succinct is the doubt in me,
Gathered, surrounded, and suffocated by the roots you sink.
Aim and fire at your brightest star before you think.
Another star gathered for your basket,
Turns into a man in your hand.
For what it's worth I abandon just about everything I can.
So don't worry about me,
I'll leave adoration destitute and free.
Deserving no epitaph,
Only a simple and trivial toast to the past.
Oh how close apathy is within our grasp,
Emotionless and detached.
There's secret talks for which there's no path,
Only furthering and solidifying this exhausted wrath.
A fiber optic cable for you to watch,
A blinding collapse for me to dodge.
A strain in the eyes for those who don't know,
Looking over the horizon for a sliver of hope,
These matters drag so effortlessly slow.
Smoothing a palm over the sand,
I wonder if you'll stand by your man.
Or return to attempt a long drive with me,
You can play the song that I did my best to sing.
It's in atrophy now.
Like an eraser,
All that's left are the ambulance chasers.
Like a dream,
Like a drink,
Like the pictures that make you think.
For everything you've gained,
Everything you talk,
Everything you smother,
And everything you flaunt,
I think to myself,
What could you possibly want?

J'ai abandonné mon amour pour vous