Bleakly run –
A cigarette just out of reach,
To start the day amongst the clutter
A single shudder
To bring something back to mind.
Open and shut.
Never were things in such shades of gray
Never were they played out this way
My doe-wide eyes see nothing ventured, nothing gained,
Frame to frame, I cannot stay
Give up the game.
I cannot tell you why
The divide within my shallow chest knows nothing of defeat
It knows nothing of heartbreak,
Calloused hands caressing gentle words you say to lie your way –
Into the fray
I cannot stay. I cannot play this game.
Half empty half full,
Half full of potential,
Half full of the weight of your words.
A cautionary tale,
A tale between two entities, lying and dividing
Pieces of our sordid history,
Watch it fail
Or let it go, to see if it bounces back.
A multitude of sins.
We lie in wait,
In weight so solid, barely breathing, seeing or believing –
We wait to cover up our misgivings.
Shun mine for yours;
a martyr-like sacrifice.
I could be blessed
Should I admit defeat.
I never knew what lay beneath your brows
I never knew the volume of your words,
The way they spoke like curling smoke,
Dancing languidly through the air…
You never dared
Or dreamed or spoke outloud,You crushed it right beneath your foot.