My Murdered Miracle
so sometimes it seems a miracle may be murdered
viciously visceral
with the shock
and the shattering
and the mangling of the emotions
(and of course the inability to breathe as your soul is strangled)
as your future is ****** over the cliff by an evil **** ******
(and the fall may even be your fault)
yeah, I noe,
not exactly a ******* surprise
if you've watched the decades of dying in my eyes
or read my blog anytime after the age of 10
(****, was that really the first poisoned when)
whatever whenever of forever later
the sharpest shock
the shardest shatter
the dank blank dead stare
dried blood stains
un-resuscitated remains
of what I used to share
my deep blue eyes
open as wide as emotion allows
are riptide embraced
into the motions beyond the shallows
by Yur deep blue eyes
and I see straight into Yur soul
instantly the fate of my soul
(ooohhhhh, what I saw
I had never even dreamed of seeing
and You were the infinite microwave thaw
to my forever frozen being)
**** I took the Doves of Love
(these birds can't fly)
and with selfish enjoyment of every moment
lagged in my movement
towards where we were meant to be
giving them an over the cliff shove
(why why why why why)
She is SHANNON
SHANNON!!!
the MOST of the MOSTEST i've ever known
the PERFECT in every part and tone
and She luved me
SHE LUVed me!!!
I made her move and groove
smile and giggle
*** and then ***
and then some
I learned and grew
and she knew
I massaged and inspired
until my tongue was tired
I held her as close as I could do
and still have our heartbeats be two
**** i believed too much in my belief
(beware the ides of grief)
failed to fast forward to what she needed
and ended up behind what she needed!!!!
i met an angel
and She wanted me...me
i met my angel
and SHE Loved me...me
maybe you don't understand the historical universal infinite implications of what to you seems to be a simple detail...the coolest chick in the history of the world glowed in luving me (simply the singular most wonderful woman in strength intelligence hotness beauty empathy honesty silly sweet intensity kindness lust for life and ACTUALLY BEING ALIVE)
and i knew what to do. and it was going to give the me i've wanted to be. yo, i noe, **** i was way too slow. FFFFUUUUUCCCCCKKKKK
every single solitary second
felt like the first
excited nervous giggly jiggly
each kiss such a lip lock on joy
that i missed the fragile of the real
left with lonely chapped lips which shant heal
...but maybe a similar distant cousin miracle shall be the 2nd Best feeling ever that keeps him alive...
he met his angel
and even if she won't keep kissing him
he still gets to noe her right?
Right?
