So when he turned around and left to never come back,
I cried my heart out to the unknown and the misty.
I laughed at destiny and the funny games it plays,
with rhyming words, a cigarette and a bottle of whiskey.

Living in denial gave me an abiding hope,
like it couldn't ever die, it could never die because he belonged to me.
But today his touch didn't speak to my body, his kiss wasn't the same,
He was gone, leaving several scars and ****** marks on me.

Feed me for I am starving.
I am carving the future with you, barring myself from the reality.
I like how you hurt me.
The way you spurt out those innocent words, assert your surreality.
Fill me with your fire.
Touch me and burn me with your skin like pyre, this desire so dire.
Haunt me with you words into a dreamlike murk.
I'm a *******, I'll smirk. Let 'em pervade and run and lurk.
Tell me you love her.
But the color of the fiery winter will never wither, like the liquor in a lover.
Feed me for I am starving.
For when I gave you the power to feed me, I also gave you the power to starve me.
And now I am tied with chains all around.
The question that lingers is
Do I want to be found or am I in love with the bound?

Flickering lights, a pause of the dark.
botched up kohl, a spot on her chin
an ironic beauty mark.
She just  lay there, dummy dead..
Juggled in a crass cacophony so shrieky,
as if nothing was ever left unsaid.

Her red tinged lips clasp the stick of joy...
it, like a new bride, so crisp and coy.
a rush so sweet..
the feel to feel it forever.
WHAT. A. MAJESTIC. TREAT.

The pain evaporates..
the soul levitates..
the sins are forgotten..
a bizarre psyche evolve to take a path less trotten.

The world stands against her ..
She doesn't belong to it anyway,
a sight of it is blur to her.
In that moment. .. she belongs to her soul.
like diamonds belong to coal.
the scorchy sun don’t matter..
the night sky, just colorless with a flecky mole.

Let her lie in her limitless peace.
let that nothingness never cease.
let that brutality bestowed upon her lay low for a while...
invincible. . . let high be the highness, let her smile.

How will you understand?
Poetry, Prose or spoken words?
Or will you just watch her do her little drama and sit there expressionless leaving her with nothing but your stagnant body?
Will you let her stare at you forever, looking for an answer with a furrowed deliberation in the hope that maybe you might just read her intrigued eyes?

Is that how?


How will you understand?
Must she cry or must she laugh?
Do you want to see inside of her soul, tearing it apart, where rotten daffodils fill melancholy into her very being?
The anger in her, burning through the page, her heart's bleeding so bad, she might die?

Is that how?

How will you understand?
Must she wait for you by the waters that have witnessed lovers holding hands and passion in all hues?
And wait for you forever?
By her choices? The solitary promenade, the seat next to yours, the heartbreaking option you left her with?
By the reason why she becomes like an attention deficient freak when you're around?

Is that how?


But perhaps, you will not understand.
Perhaps, you never felt the need to understand.

Silent confession.
A mere wasted possession.
From where you come.. to where you go..
no one knows .. no one knows.