Poetry

lost you first

babe, i’m gonna lose you
back to the beginning
the first lines that i ever wrote
or did they write me
can’t find a way to separate the
beginning from the end
my pain from your death

it’s all the same
isn’t it
wasn’t it
just how i always thought it would be?
the end, the start
one in the same and it ends the same way
one way or another
i’m lost to the wind
another ribbon thrown to the sea
caught in all the lies
all the things you say i mean

is it just that i can’t trust?
it’s me and the moon and
no way out alive