What Fucks With Us The Most

      WHAT FUCKS WITH US THE MOST

We can take the echo's of you,
   in our now empty house. . .
      that doesn't fuck with us.
We can feel the tears coming,
   and just let 'em flow.
We're not afraid to cry -
Every now and again -
Even though - Knowing you are gone -
Still Fucks with us.
There are hours - Every now -
And all day - We can pretend -
We're okay - But that's not what fucks us.

What fucks us the most,
Was thinking "we" were close.
And having so many dreams.
And watchin' you run away.
And the ghost of, What could've been...
And you not seeing that loving you
Is all we were trying to do.

It's hard to deal with the pain,
   of losing everything, every time we turn around.
      but we're faking it.
It's hard to force a smile,
    to our face when we see,
      the people who really know. . .
Still harder - Getting up -
Moving on -  Living with the regrets -
But we know  - if we could,
We would do it all over.
We would trade - and give away -
All the words that got stuck -  In our throat.
And ended up unspoken.

What fucks us the most.
Was thinking this was it. . .
And watching you disappear . . .
- without a word to say.
- And watchin' you drive away.
And now what could have been -
Is killing us -
And you not seeing that loving you . . .
Was all we were trying to do.

And, what fucks with us the most,
Was being so close -
And having so much to say -
As the police took you away.
And  never living -
What could have been. . .
And you not seeing that loving you. . .
Is all we wanted to do.

That's what we were trying to do.

2017.01.15 @ 0220
- sent from our android in the VFW parking lot.