Wednesday, February 10, 2016

Read Minds

I have no more love to give

Filled with dirt and stone my steady descent into this madness rivals the
process one takes to assume the role of a sociopath
Suicidal my emotions I, can't connect
Stereotypical backstory of broken homes and lack of direction Mum you are always at work
and
when I say 'I love you', the door has already slammed bye bye bye
by the time you return I'm sleep
Another day dissolved with missed opportunity to learn how to grow
Not only alone but with another or others or everyone, so I know why I'm shy
I learned how to tie my shoes when I was 14
Up to that point I tucked them in and go
Little things I've learned
Broken promises have reflected the environment

Maybe 8 years ago, I'd know

I don't know why you like me
No bone to throw, here's a shovel
So when you hold my hand make sure I'm there
and
not my representative
She wraps the world in a bow and presents it with glee unseen to my eyes before
She digs me
Finding only dirt and stone, I try to tie the laces of your intentions with my own
Come close so close bunny ears, we go

Unravel as we take a step
Who's handicapped? What a drag as you continue to hold my hand
This is who you are
For the moment
And when I get up and get my shit straight and try not to mistake what I have with what I hate I can say,
'I love you' feeling the tinge of pain, a thought misguided as it re-routes my neural layout
This isn't a textbook definition
As Eve discovered her body bare,
I too find your meaning in a forbidden core

I'll put up more than I got to bet, goddammit I'll even go into debt
My thesis?
So look miss, I've seen how the soul makes everything complete,
animating willingly a....well
I've, missed my heart, composed of good memories
The body is just a vessel harboring the latter two, so
I can do away with it
Every man is happy until happiness is a goal
Sporadic
Impaled on the tusks of impatience/unprepared
At least I'm not a bore


Juice shared tastes yellow, no more grey
A subtle kiss causes a scene
Still hate most people on this reality

Yet not you
Even when it's your back I'm faced with
True
Filling up alive
'I love you', as the knob sets.




Later Days, Longer Nights

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