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Damn Him!
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Right never tasted this sweet
and he makes wrong sound angelic almost
how his breaths call my name
when he's standing close
but his shadow strangles me
so I choke on the smoke
he blows to keep me
in earshot - the sick don't stop
when I'm away I vomit
at high volumes my values away
in tear stenched pleas
for him to come back
please
on my knees
each time do I find myself
swallowing insecurities
and chasing them down with
unsought after dreams
just trying to keep him
on the team
even if it's only to mock me
as it seems
he is to my veins
well aged cognac
that takes the hands of time
and picks up their slack
and for a change
I love being laid
flat on my back
he riles my senses
in such a way
I remember my own existence
actually striving
to make the most of life
and not just the pretense
he awakened the need in me
and I been chasing it
ever since
this feeling that
felt so good I became
addicted to the high
if his sighs
when we still can't see
eye to eye
but we both tried
is what I tell myself
to go it again
even if my last words
were a lie
you stay gone longer
if I cry
so I stomach why's
ignore what's
and their cuts
across the scars of when
and who
and everything else
that came with this
love for
this need for
this obsession
with you
damn him!
see what this dude
make my pen do?
Clearing Space
I'll never get to
redecorate this room
if in it I still
clutter in corner huddles
the little pieces of you
I've encapsulated
in pieces of my heart
poured onto pages
writing a neverending story
to a love that
ended as soon as it began
and is only ever
everlasting when
I pen it that way
that's got to stop
today.
If ever I expect
to catch happy at
just the right glance
lit by the sun of
the joy that came flowing
in the new morning
I have to lay down to rest
these still shots
of what could have been
and what I wished for
and make some space
for the snapshots
of what is to come
to hang just as
beautifully
as did the lessons
I learned being
reflected by you
the areas I still need
to work on in me
clearly.
So I'm boxing up
tears I didn't shed
but saved to prove I could have
and set them out with the
other little trinkets
I acted as if I couldn't
part with without
losing some more pieces
of me - when really
it was holding on to
that was to blame
for the out of character
things I've recently
been prone to do
and to get out of the funk
I'd have to clean house
accept that he was a lover
not a spouse
and clear the space
on my hearts mantel
of the sketch of
his face...
Debating Dinner
Some how he does it
over and over again
even when I've been
doing my best to steer clear
of him
here he comes
making me
eat my own words
again...
so I sit starving
indignantly refusing
to feel what this feels like
when your reminded in
sharp jabs that
yeah you still love him
like he said you would
I'd eat again
if I could...
and it didn't taste
so much like his scent
that I get choked up
on nostalgia
and forget the past's not
the present
and attempt once more
to repent
back into his good graces
never again to
fall from his favor...
if with this
humble pie spiced with
my own words
there were still
something besides
his memory
left to savor