Poetry is the open wound From which the **** of our minds seeps Infecting the world with it's vitriol Spreading it's disgusting disease A scab that never heals, as we pick And pick away at an itch, letting the injury Ooze and weep, always there to remind us We can never resist perverse temptation And rid us of the addiction that will always Cause us pain, so open your minds Let them breathe and pen.
I knew it wouldn't end in fire; We burned Too fast, too enjoyably, to suffocate In flames.
I found the scab, the source, Small and round and secret. Incapable of leaving it to heal, I finger the edges Nervously until the blood flows Cold and jealous and foreign and unforgiving and slow.
A tipping point we can't reverse out of, We're frozen on the event horizon, Empty like the air in February, The oxygen burned out from our explosion.
I am only left with regret and this Sense, clear and dry and freezing, that I've walked Too far north and lost the sun, Though clouds still part in the distance and wave Toward the open spaces With fingers unfurling in unnatural curls.
I claw back to calm from Calamity and speak, knowing I have listened Too deeply to words meant for other ears - words that do not tell Me what to say in return - I am raw.
I stand at the edge of mercy, Abrupt in my humanity, Suddenly losing feeling in my toes.
I envy your self-love, your ability to know that everything right now is how it is supposed to be When you think of me, you think of good times and happy memories When I think of you, I too cherish the times we spent together But I'm also reminded of how lonely my life has now become The substance in your life makes it so effortless for you to move on Substance that I, myself, lack And it makes me wonder Am I really in love with you Or do I just want you to make me feel whole.
You left a scab which Took too long to form, And my healing heart Was all dead and worn. You have no right To come back and do this, Checking me off Like an item on your To-Do list, What happened to me Was awful and cruel, And now "never trust" Is my number one rule. So you have no right To come back and say, "Oops, I'm sorry I treated you that way", For shallow words do Nothing when spoken, To a newly healed heart, Not ready to be broken.