Burden [Before *]
Compton [After *]
sorry i took so long.
i had to pick up my
eyes from the dry-cleaners.
i'm over you,
only in the literal sense.
i'd breathe new life
into our relationship
if you could breathe any
into me.
lips brush against
thin air,
my kissing is
as bad as you said.
i cut myself with my
sharp tongue,
just to pretend i
still bleed.
you sleep the same,
with your button nose
crunched up like
used wrapping paper.
the duvet falls just below
your arched back,
teasing me like you
used to.
i made the wrong choice.
come wallow in my
self-pity.
release
me
please.
you don't feel
the same,
but at least you feel.
i'm a ghost to you,
a distortion of reality.
just a whisper on
the wind.
so faint you refuse to
believe i'm here.
if i'm a recipe
for love,
then you're on a diet.
a tablespoon of contempt
with a pinch of regret.
i hover above you,
an invisible helicopter.
stripped of life
naked,
all soul like marvin gaye.
doomed to be with
the one i love
forever.
*
ironic.
i never had enough
time for you,
once upon a moon.
now i got it
by the bundle, tied to you,
wrapped together by
clouds of regret and misery.
you could have it,
if only.
i wish
we could have meshed
like we can now.
there were always
triangles in our circles;
so i hope things
have now straightened out
between the two of us.
why am i inside you,
yet feeling no pleasure?
you always were luke-warm,
but he was a cunt,
and i still shiver at
the thought of it.
gather around THE fire
children, it's currently
six feet
under.
dig deep enough,
and i promise you'll feel
my story.
i'm sorry. really.
i always did pale in
comparison to your soliloquies,
caged away from your
love. love. love.
now take that dosage
of emotion,
and put it into literal terms.
guess how i'm feeling for
once.