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Vice

Old habits die hard

Because they never die at all.

And unfortunately,

You’re habitual.

I do it on purpose

To remind me of the pain.

And every time it happens

I wish it never would again.

Old habits die hard

Because they never die at all

When I reach for the phone

You’re the one I call.

And you always answer

Even when you shouldn’t

And every time you do

My God, I wish you wouldn’t.

Old habits die hard

Because they never die at all

And even when I feel nothing

You’re habitual.

  • The Dalema. March 1, 2018.
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Less Is More

I need a lot less
in this life than the less
I already have.

But I deserve a lot more
than the more that
I’ve received.

I feel so much more
than I ever really
wanted to.

But here I am praying
I could be the one
to save you.

And of all the things
I have, I’ve lost
or have known.

The one thing
that always remains
is everything goes.

  • The Dalema. June 8, 2017.

Sticky Sweet

The tailgating, sunshine and summer breeze
The ice cold beer running through me
We walked in, you had your hand in mine
That summer day – I think of it all the time

The way the bass pumped through my chest
The pictures we took, so we wouldn’t forget
Dancing to the guitar, your hands wandering
Our bodies lost in ‘Pour some sugar on me’

Like the sounds blasting from the speakers
The memory is still ringing in my ears
I’ll keep craving you and I can’t comprehend
How you cut us off like that concert wristband.

  • The Dalema. January 5, 2017.

Time Marches On

Moments away from the end,
the beginning of all the pain
Minutes away from losing
all the love we ever made
Seconds away from the silence
that’ll cut deeper than a knife
It’s time for me to tell you
I’m walking out of your life

Moments away from a change
that we can’t ever change back
Minutes away from falling
out of a love you no longer have
Seconds away from the laughter
that hides your initial shock
It’s time for me to love myself
for all the reasons you could not

Moments away from losing me,
you won’t fight for me to stay
Minutes away from saying
the words I never thought I’d say
Seconds away from leaving
the life I fought to build behind
It’s time you see you waited too long –
now we’re out of time.

  • The Dalema. February 2, 2009.

The Disposable Toothbrush

What it’s come down to is
wondering if
the toothbrush is still there
in the drawer
waiting for my return

Or

Did you toss it away
throw it in the trash
it was for travel after all
I’d still hoped
you would have kept it
just incase

Or

It was kept accidentally
an afterthought
due to this poetry
and now you don’t know what to do
keep it, trash it
it’s up to you

But I hope it’s still there
and I hope someday I’ll find out
when I open the drawer
and have to use it myself.

  • The Dalema. December 31, 2016.

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