Let me be better

A lie is an airbubble.
Small and insignificant in the grand scheme of things

But in my skin
It goes to the heart.
This beating ball of mush not muscle.

What does it feel like this toy ?
You play with its softness much too much
But a lump will form.
A callous from your callousness
Borne of things unsaid and left to fester in this tangled web of all the things I can only doubt.
I screamed once but now my blood is pooled and cooled and I can only whimper and even that is hushed.

“Oh well.” You said “That’s just the way I am.”
And I suppose I can’t blame the gun when I know it was made of others hands.
Let me not become your weapon.
Let me not shoot indiscriminately because I have been cut.
Bend the butt.
Turn inwards in retrospect and be better this time.
Be better.
(C) Slumpless

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Rust

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Your looks will fade my love

And all the endless preening will come to naught

I was once like you

In other flames, my comfort sought

I let my fire dwindle while I stoked theirs.

And danced like a dervish and whirled through their stares.

Slow it was, the creeping decay

Which turned copper to rust

Grass to hay.

Until one day they looked no more.

And my inner workings were merely gore.

Left uncared for … my brain did rot

And thus it is….my unhappy lot.

So  dance my pretty

I’m not saying no

But keep your inner fire burning

Because your looks will go.

Originally posted May 2017.

(c) Slumpless

Reprieve

You are persistent.

While others dance their merry way across my path

You hold on tight as tight.

You really should be ready to go

You’re beautiful color tells me so.

You have taken all you can from that trunk.

The good from the wood.

You danced in summer

But it’s your time to leave.

Leave. Leaf. Leave.

But you’re holding out for something more.

A stronger gust from a different shore.

Why ? Isn’t it easier to just let go ?

What’s left for you here ?

The emaciated torso of an Atlas who once held up an emerald sphere.

How queer.

But you are loyal.

And while the others rot and fade

The storm will not dissuade.

Maybe I’m wrong.

Maybe it’s Fall for them. But not for you.

We all go through different stages

Your last one now is in my pages

For you will not let yourself be taken

The winds of life have not yet shaken

Thee.

The other leaves find you absurd

But you live on in poetic word.

The last to fall the last to leave

For you there is reprieve

I will take a second look

And press you forever into my book.

(C) Slumpless

Incy Wincy

Torpedo love bore holes in my comfortable life
Now I can’t remember how I ever enjoyed being alone
Torpedo love, blew away the cobwebs in my soul.
But there is still a spider. Incy. Wincy.
Ever so slowly. Ever so softly.
Torpedo love turned me to goo
But the arachnid is you.
Too late now for me. Too late.
I cannot move. I can feel its breath.
Torpedo love is made for death.
(C) Slumpless

Poultice

You make me mean. Unclean.
I want to wash off the hateful things I say
Make them go away.
You bring out my demons. The ones I hold inside
The ones I successfully hide.
From everyone. But you.
You are a poultice on this ravaged heart.
Right from the very start.
I know you. I know you well.
You are my hell.
Only because we’re cut from the same dough.
The same heart. The same head.
We’re both gingerbread.
Except it’s not the crocodile that eats us.
We eat each other up whole.
Heart to soul.

Donkey Brain

I’m better with just a whisper of you in my life

The feint tinge of your delicious breath on my neck

Any more of your air and I don’t care

About me. About them.

About anything.

Just a whisper of potential is the carrot to my donkey brain

Stops me going insane.

Too much of you is a gas chamber

A clamber to get out.

The overwhelming sensation of being overcome.

So don’t shout. Don’t talk.

But if you must.

Whisper. Whisper. Whisp…

(C) Slumpless

A word please

There’s a word but I cannot find it

For the things you do to me.

For the weaving, heaving breaths that you bestow

It’s on the tip of my tongue

Just like you.

A lick, a flick away.

There’s a word that I search for to understand

To make tangible even with only my mouth.

I’m sure if I try to utter it

It will fumble and tumble, rise and fall

Just like you. Just like me.

There’s a word made of a million kisses and slaps to the face

Of cracks to the heart

Then soothing embrace

There’s a word for you and me, for us.

There’s a word. There is.

But I cannot find it.

(C) Slumpless