And I forgot you Or rather, my skin did And that was what my mind needed too To not need you. There were no longer welts of desire on my breasts It's all for the best I suppose. Who knows ? Me. I do. I knew. I do feel lighter..brighter And I wonder how I could have ever let myself become so weak? Bleak. Those languid, legs of yours Draped over mine. Drinking wine. As if you really wanted to own me Phoney. Fake. Take. Take. Break. I thought I was in control. but I lost my soul All the things that gave me joy Abandoned for a boy. A toy. A thief. Because you stole from me. You did. Every last quid. Every piece of gold that made me bold. Then you handed out crumbs to a starving heart. Knowing I would play the part. Dangle Trying to wrangle Food from your palms. Morsels of loving goodness that I would lap up like a cat. But there was no love. Just game. I was another name. Another crazy girl. Because that's what you'll tell the next one As I beg for you to keep me in your life. You'll roll you eyes at her about how lame I am. And she'll laugh a little.Nervously like I did. She'll wonder. Ponder. But only for a minute Because you won't let her think. Not for a second. You will smother her with your weighty arms All those little love charms. And by the time the truth hits her ears There will be too many tears. Anyway it all comes out in the end. And that's when you run. No more fun. Not when we all see you for what you do.. Oh but the return to peace from pieces Is worth the hiss. The calm bliss of a mind not tormented by a million questions To which you shrugged. The worst part is that I thought I had no limits. No quits. That I was the definition of a masochist. I couldn't be a heroine ? Addict. Addicted. To you. But suddenly it stopped. You dropped like a bag of stones. Bones. Off my radar you went. When you had spent me. And I guess I'm glad. Because I don't feel sad. I feel nothing. Nothing. I was after all. Nothing. To you. (c) Slumpless
“This too shall pass”
That’s what they say.
But they haven’t felt one of my minutes
Lived in my skin.
What time is it ? Nearly there ?
My life is crawling, sprawling.
Every half breath takes longer than your sighs.
I can’t see the light.
Not when my immersion is absolute.
Sublime darkness some might say…
Squid ink in my pores.
I’m suffocating but not because of silence.
Every word you ever uttered is pinned to my every inch.
Pinch. Pinch. Pinch.
I’m edging my way forwards but it hurts like hell.
I’ll never do this again.
I poured the last shred of myself into getting you back
Dredged the pit and found the last scrap of pride
Withered but worthy of words
Silence. Silence. Silence.
Now I feel absurd.
And I have to question this need for your presence.
This scramble to make you see.
Because when I have you it is not joy in my heart
I am always waiting for you to cast your shadow on my face
For you to spit me out without swallowing.
A connoisseur of vintage whines.
Love me. Love me. Love me.
Ughhh I hate myself more than you could.
Better maybe to stay shut up.
Shut me out.
I think I would.
A trick of the light silly
When you thought you saw a halo
When you felt the piercing heat, smolder the bones of you.
Oh you knew it even then but you ignored the refracted value of the words that lit up your life.
And then when the clouds came
You feigned surprise as though you had forgotten your jacket not cast it aside.
I see goosebumps on your arms and shadows in your hair.
No it’s not fair.
Some can bend the rays to their own devices
While you are left in cold,cold slices.
Ham it up all you want.
Pretend you got a fright.
You knew it all along
The tricks of your delight.
Do you believe in Fairies ?
Don’t laugh just think.
Do you believe in stories with no proof?
Stories to make you feel better. Stories to shut you up.
You might as well.
I always thought that if I loved hard enough magic would happen.
That you would return the favor.
Oh Disney and Hollywood
All those stories that make you feel good.
I grew up on those, made wishes to the skies
But I may have found out about Santa
But not the rest of those lies.
You spoke to the raw, ticking part of me.
The viscous blood that pools in this turbine head
You saw the graves I dig for myself
And you helped me shovel down
The rain in sheets upon our ravaged backs
As we fought the granite masses of the soil.
Toiling. Soiling. Spoiling.
You and I are boiling oil.
We spill over vestments and scorch the eyes that watch.
I cling to your immortal hold on me
Parasite love. Burrow in deep.
I go on forever.
There is a crinkle in the line of time
Where you were mine.
It goes in loops through space
Over and over through seas of effervescent stars.
A universe kind of love.
A galaxy of heat
But It burns too fast my dear
And that crinkle is now a coil
Waiting for release
So I loosen my grip and watch you float further away from me into the night
And although there is black
There is also the moon and it’s beautiful pull
And that spinning sphere of blue.
There’s me and always you.