Such candid emotions
They bite at your skin
Nipping and teasing out the truth
So close to true pain
That know the answers before they are given
Shaking out falsities
Like a dog with a bone
Whose teeth will never blunt
And eyes never tire
But the last laugh is yours
As the agony of withdrawal builds
For the simple reality is this
They could’ve just asked
This notion of emotion is milking me dry
This potion, this lotion it just makes me sigh
Plastering my body in what makes me my
But my’s not for sharing and that is no lie
So here in my corner with darkness I’ll fly
Constraints I am cutting, for me time to… die
Memories form at the end of cold fingers,
Skin on skin, but not the same.
Where eyes once looked up defiant at heaven,
Below in retrospect, they now creep.
This is not how it was supposed to be.
This is not what he promised.
Being touched on the skin is as nothing
To being touched on the heart.
She pauses. She thinks.
The tears won’t lubricate her skin,
But their tactile passing is a reassure.
Tears won’t wash away the pain
But they will clear the view.
The problem with anger was it wore off. Sorrow had limitations, too. Only indifference had the virtue of being inexhaustible. One could remain indifferent with contemptuous ease. The only problem was it made one listless, which If locked in your room drew anger and sorrow back. You just couldn't win!
All there was
those flickering midnights
and crackling fires
those moonbeam notions
of perfect love
two lives entwined
tied with string
sprinkled with infinity
and eternal moments
beckoning, always beckoning
eyes in the darkness
lips in the light
hearts joined in beating
always as one
where fantasies met
yes, all there was