I say, walk away.
Walk.
Away. Can you hear me speak it?
Walk away from that not-happening-love
*What’s to speak
When words are of bronze and aluminum
Each syllable metal grain living bullet-wise bitter in your mouth...*
Strip away the dross of the “why nots” and “what ifs”
To leave yourself with a hard, small, sad
Stone-heart
Smooth with knowing
*What’s to know
When the facts are decided before-hand,
Written out in neat print-writing
On six-inch cardboard squares*
That this love- such as it is- does not belong.
Is naught but itself, is no more. Is yours alone.
To take this fact, tear it to bits
And grind it beneath your heel
*What’s to do
When the other people are pixels, dots, lines
Two dimensional child-drawn angels without wings*
Do this with pride so that all who see you
Want to clap in joy at your courage,
Want to mourn, and to feel the glory with you:
Walk away,
Walk away tall,
Walk away tall and calm and super-duper cool
Jun 5, 2012
Jun 5, 2012 at 4:31 AM UTC
I say, walk away.
Walk.
Away. Can you hear me speak it?
Walk away from that not-happening-love
*What’s to speak
When words are of bronze and aluminum
Each syllable metal grain living bullet-wise bitter in your mouth...*
Strip away the dross of the “why nots” and “what ifs”
To leave yourself with a hard, small, sad
Stone-heart
Smooth with knowing
*What’s to know
When the facts are decided before-hand,
Written out in neat print-writing
On six-inch cardboard squares*
That this love- such as it is- does not belong.
Is naught but itself, is no more. Is yours alone.
To take this fact, tear it to bits
And grind it beneath your heel
*What’s to do
When the other people are pixels, dots, lines
Two dimensional child-drawn angels without wings*
Do this with pride so that all who see you
Want to clap in joy at your courage,
Want to mourn, and to feel the glory with you:
Walk away,
Walk away tall,
Walk away tall and calm and super-duper cool
