Miss me cupid not, I vow my heart to the arrows which I'm struck
On this altar I give my love, my dreams, my life to my God I kneel before at his feet to kiss and wed
Marry me my love, I can't raise this infant alone and without your persistent touch, I will be left a waste of value
I ponder deeply of your unbroken promises, mom
Listen to church bell sirens, warning you of flashing lights, flashing lives
Over the garden wall, a court of thorns spelled out in your name calls to you
Vines, unholy, surround your body to steal air for the fruit in your belly to grow
Enter a tree full of new chapters again, let him summarize its contents with the context of empty sentences and be reborn a new woman
Your duty in a house made home was told to be a wife made mother,
O destiny, tell me you favor me more than you did the woman who carried me
Under oath, I plead that I shall never reach her fate
Miss me cupid not, I vow my heart to the roses reaped out of me and hope she will follow in my untouched path
On this hill in which forgiveness is a rule unspoken by nature, I'll hold this mercy second to the breath in my chest
Melancholy baby, you will not chain me down, I can't let you ruin me again
If I could open your book and rewrite your chapters, I'd erase my name from every page
Mark my words with red pen and I'll puppeteer my own strings to give you the dreams you offered to me, I promise
Solemnly you'll walk past memories of your life without me in it, holding the hand scraping at your future
Olive tree flowers blooming in your palm, don't let that beauty wilt.
Repeatedly, I have failed to give you the life that you've wanted every year I continue to hang on to the branches of your invisible affection
Regrets of what could've been, swirling through your mind, into the whirlpool of disappointment, towards me? Towards yourself.
You'll never have the life you've sacrificed for, as long as I'm here to topple your dreams with my own human mistakes.
Miss me cupid please, I want to never fall in love again
On my word, fruit nor fern shall corrupt my garden the way you did
My child, you were my only hope out of this potted prison*
Lifted from your stem, the birth of bitter fruit leaves a sour taste on your tongue
Even then, I can feel you begin to dream of caring for it as if this obligation wasn't a result of your pain
Tell me, have you done your job or have you no other choice to be such?!
Mom, how can I fail you more than I already have?
Essential overgrowth corrupted your mind, filling up a bottomless bottle of wine
Lie unmoving around a hollow house, unaware of crossbow cowards struggling to hold up its foundation
It shouldn't take a life to make one.
Find me in the basement where you buried your baby
Take me to the womb i clawed out of and show me how you cleaned up my mess
You yearn for it,
Old oak gardens.
Ulysses is what you named the stone you stared at,
Right? All because it looked out of place in your flower field.
But I'm no fool to fall for playbook tricks
Used a thousand times before for carnival rides
Racing round and round a cycle of hurt because of him? Because of me.
Don't pretend to remember rooting
Every thrill I cherished with you
No more will we need a tree to hold on to the swing, I'll let go, and then you're finally free
This might actually be my longest poem, seems like I had a lot to say. Can you guess the (not-so)secret message I put in there? ;)
P.S. I couldn't figure out how the italics worked so you might actually have to guess which perspective is which
