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  Apr 2015 Animo Capesseret
Rapunzoll
My mind keeps pictures of you up on its walls
                            again
                         ­         and again
I find my thoughts drifting down that river of memory
orbiting around you, like forces of gravity drawn
to the idea of us (if there even is an us)

If I could then I’d lock you outside my brain, leave you out there to rot
in the abyss, where your words couldn't penetrate me
and your lips that work like anesthesia forbidden to numb me again

I won't do you the injustice of romanticizing your imperfections
You're no nebular, you're a black hole, a gaping flaw in creation
Your eyes that held millenniums of history, now hold me no future

You made me forget what it feels to have stability
To not walk out of a room and forget why I left
You make me want to shred the skin you touched
Like a reptile, to become reborn, purified from my past.

There never were any butterflies in your stomach, only parasites
but you fed them to me readily like a disease

So no, I won’t dedicate you another love poem
                 no I want (deserve) better
This isn't what love should be
I’ll write you a poem where the words convulse on the page
and you’ll forget to read it (you always do)
© copyright
Animo Capesseret Apr 2015
****. It’s ironic how empty I am because

I swear 6 months ago I had the universe inside

of me but I cried the rivers in my bones dry.

The volcanoes in my chest erupted when you told

me you didn’t love me anymore and lava flooded

my body and hardened till I stopped sleeping.

I had stars in my lungs but I burned them

all out with the cigarettes I was smoking

to get you the **** out of my throat. The

flowers growing at the bottoms of my

stomach are dead. Apparently you  

can’t water flowers with *****.

I had the sky in my veins but it’s

been pretty ******* stormy since I

ripped them open. I had planets

on the tip of my tongue but

the debris from the shattered

remains of “us” have been

crashing into them. I was

everything. And then I met

you and we were everything.

Now you’re ******* some

blonde girl who gets

high all the time and

I’m a *******

mess.
An existential crisis after a broken heart.

— The End —