At first,
I wanted to be in your debt,
grasping for any reason
to prolong our entanglement.
I was enthralled to a ghost,
a slave to your memory.
I'm done bracing myself
for your whiplash.
I'm letting go of
the idealized version of you
crafted in my mind.
I'll acknowledge and accept
this lingering unknown,
and walk away.
A pain unspoken hides behind
the light that's dying to go out.
An alluring flame that
burns the brightest
and I'm helplessly drawn in;
want to drown in that light.
I'll let your silence fulminate,
all the things you've already said,
and leave for the dust;
accepting what is
as reality.
Still,
you stick to my bones,
I can't just shake you off.
And two things can be true at once;
no one truth holds more power.
Reverence is remedy
but needs to cut both ways.
We can't take turns enduring.
A thousand smalls cuts divided
is still too many.
All the blood we're spilling is old,
a deeper crimson,
in need of release.
Gut-wrenching love:
a painful devotion.
I won't cause you any more suffering.
My past actions are a raging bull,
the present is porcelain.
Your heart needs two hands
and I'd just as soon sever mine
for you.
Say the word.
Say any word.
Please talk to me.
Clever drawings
picking bones
Oh yeah, today
I saw your ghost
Feels like letting go
Feels like comatose
Today I
saw your ghost
feels like I'll
die alone
feels like
I don't know
it was just a ghost
years ago
thither soul
onward
looking out
seek not within
seek only without
know no limits
know no foes
know no folly
know no woes
thither soul
outward
never look within
for if you seek trouble
know where it brews
if you seek to know
understand you never will
thither soul
I love you
for you know no sin
Six degrees removed
seethed, severed from the bone.
I feel the claws dig in.
This time there's no time
to discuss repercussions;
amputations abound.
