wreck it myself
by violet9ish
Posted to Action Poetry on 2002-11-11 21:41:00
Parent message is 321631
I’ll never hand over, the colors you can’t see
my soul buried between spread fingers,
concealed from your kiss.
I am where I am, you are where I wished you weren’t: here still.
My life, my life. I’ll never spend it all in one place.
Your satin cords cutting into my wrists until red ridges rise.
I’ll never sugarcoat your tongue. It’s forked.
Look at all the things I’d miss — Rebel with a cause
Good friends at the bar, my house empty at last
These are precious things I will not hand over.
I do not own a suit.
Nights I spend in feverish sleep, you come to me
slipping in after you jimmy the lock,
look down at my sticky face and ask me
to let you ruin my life.
–violet9ish