Ryan Sullivan (Sully)

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Posted 6 years ago

A song I wrote.

I reach out to you, my dear.
A false sense of hope, a faint half-dream of sympathy.
Darling, we are alone here, we are at home here.
All my memories are turning inside out.

Are we still friends?
We were once sympathetic lovers with a taste for passion.
It hurts me to know that I’m alone now.
Don’t make me say goodnight, my friends have all left, like leaves in the breeze.

I can’t cope with my fear, it is what still keeps me here and sane on this mortal plane of dismay and self-hate.
Don’t make the same mistakes as me, say goodbye at the door and be free.

Nobody ever wants to be left behind, my dear.
This fear grasps my very soul, my bones are old and rusted like metal left out in the wailing maelstrom.

Our hopes and goals and dreams collide as we butt heads over petty quarrels.
It hurts me to know that I’m alone now.
My friends have all left.

Do I regret you?
Did I forget you?
No, I did not.
I never will.

You were the greatest thing to ever happen to me.
All the nervous and awkward moments meant so much to me, darling.
I remember when we swam in the river that day.
All the held hands and shared tears.

In the winter, I wonder what it would be like if you were still here.
But now I have packed all of my hopes and cares and left this boring, senseless town.
I have moved onward, my dear.
I have moved forever forward.

Now, as the tears stroll gently across my face without your gentle arms to caress me, I wallow in my self-pity.
I swallow my pride and break down and cry.
I drop like soldiers on the battlefield and rise like their souls ascending to their destiny.

Is it only me?
That sees right through these false lovers and tainted lies and sin.
Or are there others like me?

This I do not know.
This I do not know.