Friday, January 22, 2010

poetry vomit.

Laugh the silence off.
Shallow laughter sings.
I hate you.
But, I love you.
Let me decide.

New games call for new rules.
Your habits old and used.
I loathe you.
But, I know you.
If that was you, I knew.

Bite my lip, taste the blood.
Feel your gaze slap my face.
I avoid you.
But, I find you.
Hiding in the dark.

Let your ember turn to grey.
Your choices spin their web.
I saved you.
But, I hurt you.
Now I understand.

It's your soul I miss the most.
Underneath your greying skin.
I forget you.
But, I can't.
You shot your memory through my veins.
Your fingers burnt my skin.


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Richie said...

Wow, such wonderful poetry... It's reassuring in a way to know that I'm not the only one who has felt this way... yet at the same time, sad that you have... and still do...