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Vivian Summers Nov 2013
You’ve found your love, and I’ve found mine
In the form of a neat, clean line
Straight down my wrist.
Because a jagged razor is softer on my skin
Than having to hear the lies you spin,
The ones you told before we kissed.

I hope she makes you happy like I never could.
No, don’t mind me, I swear I’m good.
I swear I’ll be okay.
And don’t you worry about the blood in the drain,
It’s just a little something I need to keep me sane;
Something to fade out the gray.

The blade is more passionate than you could ever be,
And when you’re with her, do you ever think of me?
Because metal is my only thought.
Unlike you, it’s able to set to my veins a fire,
And making love to the knife takes me higher
By hitting just the right spot.

When you left, I thought you’d taken away my dreams,
But I found a new future in the way it gleams,
The light in a murky cave.
And even as it slowly withers away my life,
I can still bloom into a beautiful wife,
Forever married to the grave.
Vivian Summers Oct 2013
The taste of regret still lingers on my tongue
It’s funny how similar it tastes to you,
And the stolen moments from which we clung.

Back against a brick wall clawing desperately,
Wrinkled clothes in the way of naked bodies
Pressed together, chests sliding ever so splendidly.

But instances only last until someone speaks,
Breaking apart lips and silence all at once
Leaving me to lament the bitterness inside my cheeks.
Vivian Summers Jul 2013
Caught in the chilling air
Wind whispering through the trees
All around me whips my hair
As the sky cries for me

Flashes across the nighttime sky
The only light in my life
I hear the raven’s croaking cry
He is my only witness

Pain slashes through my arm
Nothing like what you did to me
That cocky smile and Southern charm
And all those broken promises

All the time I spent on you
All the wounds you inflicted
All the pain you put me through
All the tears I’ve ever shed

Time could not heal what you’ve done
Since you ripped the light from me
Now, I can’t feel the warmth of the sun
A shell, a broken, bleeding girl

There I go, another slash
This time a little higher
Still nothing like the fall and crash
Of my perfect little world

I hate that I still love you
Hate that I can’t hate you instead
But I know my heart is pure and true
When I say for you, I’d die

This requires another cut
Physical numbing emotional
It’s easier to keep my heart shut
Less pain in the long run

I promised I wouldn’t do this again
It started once, turning to twice
Twice then turned to ten
Now, I guess I lost count

I stubbed the toe of my leather boots
Blinded by my dripping tears
Stumbling, falling on the tree’s roots
Smearing dirt into my face

I reach up into the night air
Groping, grasping for you
Not an ounce of love to spare
I just grab at nothing.

I can’t take the darkness consuming me
Need to end…the hurt…the agony
I’m reminded of my mortality
One slice is all it takes…

Metal clanking against the forest ground
Crimson ribbons from my wrists
Howling wind is the only sound
Drowning out my cries of pain

I hear the raven one last time
Before I start to fall under
Was loving you such a crime?
Was your love too much to ask?

Evanescence of my life
Waves of sweet release
No more pain, no more strife
And the earth bleeds out for me.
Vivian Summers Jun 2013
I remember summer days spent
Lounging around in your den
Laughing and talking and smiling.
And you would reach for my hand
I’d always pull back, ashamed
Of the imperfections of it.
But you had wiped away insecurity
And grasped it tightly in yours,
Ignoring my pleas of protest
And telling me I was perfect.

But your hand had grown so cold lately,
Like a corpse, but still I held fast.
I couldn’t feel it turning into bone,
Thin enough to slip through the cracks.
I couldn’t tell the difference
Between the cold of your hand
And the cold of its absence,
I had become so accustomed to it.

It took me awhile to notice the change,
When, at the end of our journey,
I finally turned around
To find you weren’t following me.
And, in your place,
Was a trail of decayed love.
Vivian Summers May 2013
Once upon a time lived a lovely, fair maid
She was young and naïve and believed in the power of love.
So, when the prince came to save her,
She thought he was her soul mate, thought it was fate,
For the slipper had fit like a glove.

But what happens when the slipper no longer fits?
When the sands of time have taken their toll,
When she is a young beauty no more?
Valleys on her face and inches on her waist,
And life has left scars on her soul.

Will her prince still be there to save her?
Is she the one he will want to kiss?
When all is said and done, will he be there fighting?
Or will he give up the ghost, say, “I guess we made the most,
But our time is up, and I’m sorry, Miss.”

How quick he is to forget her sacrifices.
All those years she patiently waited,
Trapped in her own personal tower, her cage,
Never giving up hope when she was alone, but now that she’s grown,
She can’t help but think love is overrated.

How can he break every promise he made her?
He said that there was nothing on Earth could tear them apart.
She was young, what did she know of reality?
Certainly not that forever could end, that it could just be a trend.
So, stupidly, she gave him her heart.

She thought it would be safe with him.
Now it lies in pieces on the forest floor,
How will she put it back together again?
It’s mangled and marred, it’s bruised and it’s scarred
With a grief that rocks her to her very core.

She had had a life before,
Now everything inside her felt dead.
She had been fun, innocent, she did not know pain.
And she had had dreams that he ripped at the seams
All because he didn’t mean what he said.

She can remember, bitterly, what it was to be loved.
She was once the apple of his eye,
He had made her feel like his own Aphrodite.
But now he has gone, chasing after a new, younger fawn
And all her best years have just drifted by.

Once upon a time lived a broken, sad maid,
She was wise and mature and no longer believed in love.
Once, long ago, a prince had saved her.
She thought she had found her soul mate, thought it was fate.
Now it’s just a time she’s reminiscent of.
Vivian Summers May 2013
I wonder, have you noticed yet,
That when we look into our friends’ eyes,
They refuse to meet our gazes
Lest we see the pity that therein lies.

I try to question them why it’s so,
But they deflect with waving hands
Saying, “Enjoy the summer sun,
The beach, the waves, the sands.

“Cast your minds upon happy things.
Don’t think about what lies ahead.
Remember picnics and smiles and laughter
And warm nights of cuddling on his bed.

“The summer will give you life;
Its multitude of golden rays
Will support and nurture your love,
And provide memories of pleasant days.

“For you’ll soon have to face the truth:
When the autumn strikes
There’ll be no more days of tanning
Or cooking or kissing or riding bikes.”

They told us to enjoy the here and now
Because reality would set in soon.
When they told us, I came to you crying,
And you held me under the mid-summer moon.

Everyone was talking in our ears.
We could try to make it through the fall,
But when frost touched the ground,
No doubt, we couldn’t hang onto it all

But, darling, I’ll tell you a secret,
Something that they don’t know:
You are the best thing that’s ever happened to me.
And as far as seasons go,

We cannot be constrained by time.
Distance does not matter to me.
Despite everything that they will say,
We can beat the odds and break free.

— The End —