Fucked Up (Song Lyrics + Song)

You kinda love me in a fucked-up way
The way you love me I could never stay
I sorta knew that it would go this way
I never really thought you would stay

I’m just a puppet in your master plan
Had me eating out the palm of your hand
I even wanted to be your man
Nobody else could ever understand

You kinda left me in this fucked-up state
Took for granted everything I gave
If it meant something I cannot say
Our love was always doomed for the grave

You kinda want me in this fucked-up way
Even though you have no plans to stay
It’s kinda crazy how it goes this way
You love so much and then it fades away

It’s kinda funny how it goes this way
You love so much and then they never stay
You love so much and then they never stay
You love so much and then they go away

I loved you so much but you did not stay
I loved you so much but you went away
I love you so much but you would not stay
You broke my heart when you left that day

Nobody else should ever feel this pain
Nobody else should ever feel such pain

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This song went from a very upbeat sounding song to more of a slow song with only four chords repeating, which reiterates the cycle of loss. It’s interesting to try writing something out of your comfort zone. Sometimes trying a different artistic medium opens your mind up to higher creative endeavors. If you can: try to do something totally different with your next piece. Thanks for reading and listening!

Fighting A Different Battle

By Benjamin Grossman and Cassa Bassa

Two millennia ago 
I would’ve cried
Stony tears 
Like the stoics of legends

Today
For the injustices raging 
Against shared truth
I scream in silence 
Like a fallen knight 

There are no more 
Heroic battles 
On a field of dirt and dust
Where men were once raised
To die for future honor

We hide behind 
Neuro electro defenses
Attacking lives
Without sounding
The trumpet

Am I a departed
Clutching the white flag
Crippled by reality 
Or my own fatal mind?

(This is part of a collaborative poetic effort between myself and Cassa Bassa. Make sure you check out her blog by visiting Flicker Of Thoughts. She’s one of my favorites to read!)

Only

He only loves you
From the bottom of his heart
I’ll love you from the top-down

He only wants to live in a home
I want to live in the clouds
The true dwelling place of lovers

He only wants you
For who you were
I want you for who you are and
Who you’ll become

You’re only a number to him
A one or maybe less
But I love you like the numerical value of pi

You’re only his sweet
His honey, some dessert
But you are my nourishment

He only wants to be your king
I want you to be my queen

He only asked
For your hand
I’m asking for your whole body
Even the invisible parts

Meditation On Seasons Of The Body

Summer comes first. Always, summer comes first with a sunlight-like weight upon your shoulders. Everything, everyone is a light bulb, a candle that cannot be blown out despite the murderous winds. Pleasure dresses the unknown. Wonder builds an unexplored city. Doors open doors that open doors that expose your eyes to the play areas of enjoyment: mountains of dreams, slides of hope, clouds for trampolining. But spring comes next: the realization of the mirror, the blossoming of other eyes upon you. Thorns grow where they’re not supposed to and bars fence in your heart. Winter storms in like a hic … cup. Here, frozen faces stop smiles. Invisible clouds shield you from the forgotten warmth of yellow. Longing impregnates your mind, swallows softer thoughts until they sink below the surface of love. And finally you enter the fall, lose your footprints amongst the leave-carpeted floor. Some days your eyes are green and some days they are red. But most days your eyes are so black that you forget about the changing of the seasons.

(Originally published at the Eunoia Review here.)