It happened fast like a fired gun
Bleeding out, then it was done
There was the end I couldn’t find, found too late
Let me go back, show me the eyes
So I’d really know just what it looks like…
~*~
6:53 AM // 06.02.21.
i’m searching for a somewhere-quiet place
to shout “i swear, i’m over it!”
but it’s easy to make-believe when my head’s sliced to bits
ignore the dripping flavour of pure traumatic
.
silverbacks of threats and age-old games
something that can’t be contained in a rotted shoebox
unwanted unfamiliar unexpected reappearances
exhuming the buried in refrains of “everything sucks”
.
to cry on my shoulder, to prove me wrong
retreading the same mistakes of our esoteric songs
to gloat in my jawbones, to say they were right
an anxious tarantella, let’s step on each other’s toes tonight
.
fine, i loved you, i raised myself on sliced-up veins
even as my pride falls last, i’ll always be the first to blame
fine, i hated you, only because i lowered the white flag
to cover my corpse with, there will always be shed tears and shed blood
.
to lead our battalion, to where the flowers go to die
pretty petals searching for god, exchanged ripostes clad in sunrise
to let me grieve what isn’t now, to watch who’s taking flight
changing hands faster than seasons, who will break and pretend to be alright?
.
do you know how much i’ve fucking missed you? and how i’m not allowed
to think it’s true, to wish it not, to lie when i say it aloud?
would you smile at my funeral like you always perfectly deserved?
perhaps i’ll say nothing at all just so i know i would be heard
.
i’ve searched for a somewhere-quiet place to be alone again
and i thought i’ve finally gone long enough to find it
but my ankles are dragged down with the love of your wry disdain
and i’ll always be stained with your flavour of pure traumatic.
~*~
And oh, didn’t want to believe such a monster in me
And I know, I’ve always known, in the end I’d be sorry
And that’s all I am now, and it’s all I can be
Is sorry.