Unearth

What is it that I do that makes me feel so stuck?
I feel as if I’m still in the past
Stuck with them
Stuck with dust
After reciting the end of a curse
I turn to you and I begin to unearth
The sands of loneliness start to shutter off of my eyelashes
The droplets of sadness conduct its course down my broken face
While I bleed out through my numberless amount of cuts and slashes
You tell me to write the poem that is going to change people
Or to sing the song that should
But too bad the words are too confusing
Or else change in nature, it would
You tell me to cry so that I could remember
You tell me to pucker up because it’s forever
But I reply:
“I should stand strong to forget because never is what takes place of forever”.
So at this moment, I’ll throw on my king’s crown and my leather jacket
Change where I am and perhaps even change my outfit
I’ll do my best to try to move on for you
But I can’t help that I’m still stuck here with you.