you fooled me
tell me im a mistake,
take out your knife,
split through my stomach,
and dig out the knots.
smear the blood
over memories
that remind me of you.
tarnish whats left,
leave no strands
for me to hang onto.
make your cuts deep,
and this time hard.
because i wish i could hate you.
moments felt at our best,
evaporate to nothing,
like a slap across my face,
they werent enough,
for you.
you hold more than you realize,
words to mend these wounds.
if i could hear you cared,
see you needed,
i could show you my heart.
you cant give me a reason
to let my guard down.
smother me with past,
suffocate me with my mistakes.
watch me struggle
to pull your hands from my throat.
tell me you need me,
that you want me,
and id pull you out,
before the water hits your lungs.
but your content to drown,
to let this die,
wilter and decay.
we both have bloody hands,
and short breath.
exasperated attempts fail.
deep wounds will heal
into pink scars
like souveniers
of days we lost.
times i loved.
moments sweet.
pulse of memories fade
to a low whisper
as you let me take
my last breath.
youre killing me.
take out your knife,
split through my stomach,
and dig out the knots.
smear the blood
over memories
that remind me of you.
tarnish whats left,
leave no strands
for me to hang onto.
make your cuts deep,
and this time hard.
because i wish i could hate you.
moments felt at our best,
evaporate to nothing,
like a slap across my face,
they werent enough,
for you.
you hold more than you realize,
words to mend these wounds.
if i could hear you cared,
see you needed,
i could show you my heart.
you cant give me a reason
to let my guard down.
smother me with past,
suffocate me with my mistakes.
watch me struggle
to pull your hands from my throat.
tell me you need me,
that you want me,
and id pull you out,
before the water hits your lungs.
but your content to drown,
to let this die,
wilter and decay.
we both have bloody hands,
and short breath.
exasperated attempts fail.
deep wounds will heal
into pink scars
like souveniers
of days we lost.
times i loved.
moments sweet.
pulse of memories fade
to a low whisper
as you let me take
my last breath.
youre killing me.
6 Comments:
i can only say...beautiful. when i read what you write, i can feel your pain...i can see your tears...that is a true gift.
i told you i always check this thing.
Honestly, I can't say I know what you are talking about when you write that. But what I can tell you is, you spark some serious curiosity with that, and that is pretty good. I think I'll be checking this more often too.
So this is what she does when I get her a night off...
Glad to see the post. Not that I'm much better--my summer is too restlessly calm--but it's always a treat to find something new to devour.
Y'know, I made a couple CDs for Quinton last Christmas. He listens to them constantly. The first, "Rusted Sculpture," has the appearance of a party mix with some eclectic sprinklings but is in fact a harsh critique that only a best friend can provide.
The second is "Naked Woman in a Box." It was made with you in mind, as ready an inspiration as any. One of his favorites from said CD is Saves the Day's "At Your Funeral." Your poem reminds me of it. It goes:
"If I flooded out your house, do you think you'd make it out, or would you burn up before the water fills your lungs."
(you've probably heard the song before.)
That wave in the middle where you bring in the drowning theme was what really brought the song to mind.
Eh, maybe it's a bit of a stretch.
But hey, it's a comment with some substance. That's gotta be worth something.
i always check, never expecting anything...but here it is. heartbreakingly beautiful.
yeah...this reminded me of that song, too
no substance for me
i click on a random entry and i get one that has to have more irony than any other. 180° i guess this is the other side. -Heath
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