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you are the words i cannot write, the ones
that stick stubbornly in my otherwise empty mind
and even though you make it so unbelievably hard
to think, it's better that way because
it's much more pleasant than the memories and other
disjointed forms of garbage that usually float
to the surface. some day i desperately hope
you'll at least help me speak them.
you are the scab that i keep picking just to
re-sharpen the pain and watch the blood flow again,
the blood that reminds me so nostalgically of
both knives and kites. i can't bear the thought of healing--
it'd be like losing a friend to the vicious cycle of time,
so don't even think of whispering the word 'band-aid.'
you are the first thing i wrote in my list
of 'reasons to live', the one that i eventually renamed
'reasons not to die.' i wrote the the measly
amount of other things that've had the misfortune of having
my affections thrust upon them like the world on
atlas's shoulders, only less favorable and twice as heavy. then
i wrote your name again, because you are both the first and
last thing i have to live for.
you are the skin of the proverbial teeth that i
so pathetically cling to, as a spider to a web
in a tornado of despair and misspelled words.
you are hope i always believed was false, and
i never loved being wrong more.
- by RaygunnerDown |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 01/05/2012 |
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Comments (2 Comments)
- RaygunnerDown - 03/02/2012
- Haha, thanks. If you liked it, you should check out my deviantArt: http://thinlyveiledinsanity.deviantart.com/
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- unslain - 02/27/2012
- HOLY s**t!! Thats so freakin intense!! I thought my heart was gonna stop. You are a warrior poet! *fist in the air*
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