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Taking the Bait

The pain twists and turns around inside,
Like itchy, creepy vines crawling up my spine.
The thorns stab all the deep dark corners
Where I keep my secrets–images of you.

There is no crevice this poison doesn’t reach,
Seeping into my pores and organs and more.
It squeezes me dry and leaves me hollow,
Leaving me to wallow in my own wet tears.

I reach for my memories but it is too late,
They’re distorted and forced out–they were bait.
I took it and swallowed knowing nothing else could be done.
Holding on to what was left, I left it all behind.

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What Did We Do?

All I have are questions these days
Because no matter how I think about it,
I can’t come to a conclusion as to why
The universe is against the stars.

It formed them so lovingly,
Made them blindingly bright,
Brought them together under the same umbrella,
Turned them around and around in a dance.

It created a beautiful pair
And then a million more,
Let them be together quietly,
Live up in the sky, on cloud 9 happily.

Then it tore them apart.

The pain and agony from the ripping of the halves
Made the stars wonder why they were ever created at all,
They think it would have been better if they had never been,
If they had never shined or smiled or felt.

They think of their history,
Their thousand year story,
And think of the millions of years of agony
There is left to go.

They think that maybe it is better to leave the world,
Than to face what faces them tomorrow,
And as their smiles flicker out they wonder,
What did we do to deserve this?

Emptiness

The company given just serves as a shell,
And empty nest to calm and quell.

It only leaves the left feeling more unwell,
And makes the right feel wrong as hell.

It stings the skin in a cruel way,
Until the blood can no longer be kept at bay.

It burns the eyes with such strong rays,
Making them water and hurt all day.

This hard shell serves as a home,
Comforting all that feel alone.

Only when the naive enter do they hear the ghastly moans,
And the creaky floorboards that grimace and groan.

This home will only haunt,
Best leave before you are caught.

Of Course, Darling

Over and over and over and over,
Continuing the agony, burning the feeling into her hands,
Disconnected from her soul, that sour taste on her nails,

Opaque eyes, glazed over but in systematic motion,
Cracked lips, dry smile, always there at the turn,
Done but it’s not over, over, over, over,

Over, over, over, over,
Cringing at the angle of the rip in her heart,
Dancing around the edges, torn all apart,

On and off, lights of her mind,
Crackling with fire, the fire that went dark,

Dangling by a thread, all worn down, split into pieces,

Ought to stop now…
Can’t do it just yet,
Done – almost there – stopping – can’t – getting there – tiring bones out

Revolution

Your breath becomes sunlight as the rays strike,
I see you, I smell you, I take you.

Sprawled against the glass bed, dizzy head,
As the in-betweens crawl in, fingers all-in,
My head, the visual fantasy of white on white,
Blurry images of that silver earring, scaring
My heart to pieces, don’t shatter it,

The bed I mean.

Fragile yet sturdy
As she said, our own little fantasy.

Abusive

Texting sweet nothings and whispering in your ear,
The spirit of abuse lingers in your hair.
Holding your hand and luring you towards her,
Relaxing your body like a professional seducer.

Slapping your arm like she heard a funny joke,
Tickling your neck until you finally choke.
Grabbing your hand with the force of love,
Bruising your ego as if your body wasn’t enough.

Wishing you the best with your next hard test,
She gives you luck in scars, scabs and the rest.
Water spills down as when you make a mistake,
More than your clothes are burned at the stake.

New year, new her, kinder and softer,
Twisting you around her tiny little finger.
Kissing your face, never been sweeter,
Grabbing your legs, pulling you underneath her.

Up and down the rollercoaster you go,
Clinging along for the ride although
You know you must leave her.

The Breakdown

Broken mind, broken soul, unhinged jaws, dimmed eyes staring blankly at an empty world,
Dragging footsteps sound rhythmically with the faint beating of a heavy heart,
Rusty gears struggle to turn, churning the feelings around until they’re tangled and confused,
The film of our memories and adventures scrambled into hysteria, barely grasping the images now,

Split wood in the metal machines, malfunctioning mayhem yearning for something concrete,
Mumbling fingers crawl into my body, search for the error to fix but it’s not that easy,
Because the chain was loose, pieces barely hanging on by the malleable metal thread,
Pieces gone to pieces, these glimmering machines are only peaceful when dead,

When all has been said and done I still believe if I had never had feelings it’d be easier to rest,
No mind, memories, hearts put to the test with unending trials, experiments, experience,
Monotone movements, emotions, and life, so much easier, so much less strife…
Well if you can call that a life.

At least I have the memory of our past happiness no matter how intangible,
However faded that feeling has become, faint glimmers of light are better than never seeing sun,
When I was with you there were rainbows in my mind, gears running smooth, everything just fine,
My hard cold skin melted in your embrace, and nothing can ever take that feeling away,

Such gentle kisses though you knew I could hardly feel pain,
And when it rained in my world, you’d protect me, no matter what lengths you had to go through,
Because the only length too much for you was the distance between our touching palms,
This is the thought I lie here and hold onto–