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We lie together, you there,
I reach for you and you, melting into your pillow,
turning slowly, your message
there is nothing, just emotional disarray.
Under the darkening sky I whisper
the words but an echo in the fading
I listen to the clock tick, our lives
The dysphonic sound echos our plight.
The more I love you, the less
My passion swelters, my anger
but with melting indifference, you just
as the hole in my heart continually tears.
Your love a landscape of stark
as time melts slow into
Me, I'm lost, somewhere out in the
and you, just out of frame, hide in plain sight,
...as time melts slow into the fading light.
Based on Salvador Dali's "The Persistence of Memory"
hatred and love
She took me in, inside her heart, out of the raging storm of solitude
Dragged mePierced my tissues with the horn of a unicorn….
I levitated at daybreak and floated to the middle of the night
I felt the wind and the fire and the ice and the weird heart throb…
Sweet when she made me laugh and bitter when she was hurt
It literally tasted that way in my tongue- the touch of a perfect love…
She hates me....
She makes me
Hate myself so..
And now I am a show for the town to watch, lone walker, paces undefined
And mostly taken down by my untied laces; the ground- so hard- embraces me…
That hydrogen that carried me through my gleaming days and lit my nights
Has ran out, syphoned from me by the love of another man, or money?, no difference.
That’s what, I didn’t have
Or provide, long before our love had hit its core, she lied...
That’s what I hate
Like I hate her
That’s what I hate
Like I do myself now.
And i never thought id hate that much
I guess i never knew love that much...
Sure that she was a real pearl,
Many calls, always no answer,
Would have sung in the streets for her!
Would have jumped off a bridge for her.
Guess not really in love,
Or just not into me sick of,
Erasing my effusive calls,
Or yet again too much schmalz.
well that's the very sad end
Of my going off the deep end
For some girl I soon forgot,
Wish could say was distraught!
Since morning I’m calling you, no answer!
Who’s the hell that has kept you busy, indifferent?
How could you forget to wish me damn lover?
The roses are drying up waiting for you, nonchalant!
Please pick up the phone, you damn betrayer,
At least you could act of remembering this day, pretender!
Putting on your once gifted gown
I’m watching the clock again and again
You ought to come by this time
I’m bored, feeling fully dejected!
I can still remember, you used to meet me
After office, just at seven without fail
Those days have gone, now we’re married
The love rose dries up without your care
I’m the only part that remained the similar.
Gardening whole day, I make roses bloom
You go to office, I remained home alone
I send you daily lunch box, packed with roses
The thorns daily reddens me, none to care, or notice
At night when you try to make pokerfaced love
I feel pain on my aching, blooded finger.
Have you ever noticed my black circled eyes?
When you are done, you snuffle soundly
My haunted love keeps me awaken
In the morning you’re always at a rush
The whole day passes by waiting….
The dusk moon rises always but you, only at fortnight
While returning home, you stop by at friends’ bar
Ignoring someone is waiting at home, with dinner
At midnight you return home concluding all energy
Bare, emotionless and adopting a robotic panache.
Your mother invites me
I realize not that you are tired
Separated by a thin glass wall
You stare through blankly
I shift and move
Hoping to gain your attention
Though you shift away, and continue the same blank stare
My attempts are fruitless, as always
It’s deafening when we don’t speak
In memory of times when we couldn’t stop
Your brother is much sweeter on my sister
Like you used to be
I feel sad for what I expect to become of them
And you audaciously criticize me
When I dissociate from a character whose ears are blind
To the sound of my voice
Hypocrite, I think grossly to myself
Though you are the one I love most
I am constantly reminded that I want you more
Even in the face of good times,
I am reluctant, for I know they will be brief
Before you stare back into the glass and and neglect me once more
An ache deeper than pain
Damn the one who tempted me
Dissolve in the acid bath, and
Appear to me as an apparition
Panic as my flesh melts at the sight of you
I've never seen your eyes quite wide
As mine roll from their sockets,
descending to the tiled floor,
Joining the collection of my bones,
bones and guts and eyes galore
I knew you wanted more than this
I knew you wanted more than this
You're not satisfied
Eyes lacking passion
A burning sensation replaced with ice
Our intensity reduced to a mere glance
sitting in silence where the chatter used to live
I am an afterthought.
Letters you sent her
While I laid in wait
I am patiently going mad
Waiting for you to think of me first
You’re wanted more than I
The attention I crave is
trapped by your thoughtlessness
I want you to want me
Words that go down easy like hard liquor
I only nod
My self loathing is your burden
They were not jokes They are not jokes They will never be jokes
You only worry for me
I don’t care I don’t care I don’t care
You’re hard to reach
Late or Never at all
I’ve realized how much you dread to answer
For I’m always too sobered
And you’re much too high for life