#nowextinguished
I can't be the panacea you've
made me out to be.
I can't be the antidote for
what ails you, but I've tried.
I've tried so hard to heal
what I never hurt,
and it wasn't enough.
Where you see my name, I see the words:
"Down The Rabbit Hole."
( I ache for you, but hate your guts. )
I don't know how
you still have a hold,
but I never learned
how to let
go.
Wrote of red strings?
I was bound by you,
but you never showed me the truth.
*** smoke and mirrors,
that's all you gave
to me.
That,
and a selection of songs I
listened to
until they felt like my own.
And it was all fun and games
until you kissed me
to every song
I ever loved.
( How could you do something so evil? )
I can't get the taste out of my mouth,
I can't un-see the oranges you left to mold
On the kitchen sink.
Just like me,
Still waiting to be held or thrown away.
Just like me, growing green with envy
for who is seen for more than just
her packaging.
"What's the cute way to do it?"
Your impersonations hurt like Hell.
So cute. So beautiful. So glad I'm here.
So glad to see me stay a few hours more,
But you never heard me sing.
( Unless it was a song you'd play. )
Never a word meant for your ears alone.
You always thought
my poetry was about you,
so I'll gift you with this.
Bottled up pain;
The feeling of knowing the meaning too late.
I hope you're satisfied—
I only wanted you to understand.
But you've only ever ran.
My white rabbit; my Peter Pan.
When I needed you, you never came.
But I sense you, coming back.
Nov 18, 2020
Nov 18, 2020 at 3:18 AM UTC