the sound of your voice is tearing me apart.
maybe someday I’ll sing a happy song about the day I let you in.
I feel like I’m mourning the loss of something I never had.
and I’ve felt this before.
oh, I’ve felt it before.
anything to get the song out of my head tonight.
but, you look like you have something to say.
you always do.
©2014 Dan Fury
And there she is
Living her new life.
One I had no desire for.
But she used to be mine in the middle of the night
In places we paid to sleep
And places I didn’t belong.
She’d fill my glass just enough to ease the guilt.
But really, it was fun.
22 and dangerous.
23 and hopefully forgetful.
24 and nostalgic in secret.
And years go by.
And she still owes me one more.
And there she is.
a little part of you
and a little part of me
will always wish for a bigger part of each other
I buried myself in your mouth for the first time
On the eve of that new year.
It was a night of firsts
And in the morning, it was clear the world was a different place
And your plans were broken.
You knew I was different
And you made the most of it.
I was fooled by your artifice
Which cast a shadow over your perversion.
It took months to see through
And it’s been years since I called your bluff.
Still, I smell your skin in my daydreams
And I love that scent.
Our experiences etched deep lines
And we could never stay together on one side or the other.
I know you still see my eyes
In the darkest hours of the night.
You feel my teeth, my fist of your hair
And my deepest breathe.
And you know it will never end.
©2013 Dan Fury
I remember that night in New York City
Too scared too touch her
But did she want me to?
Foiled again by chivalry
My consciousness dissected that day
Between possible future and the fleeting present
Part of me is still in that apartment
But she is long gone.
- Dan Fury // 2013