Saturday, January 28, 2012

bittersweet scars

you were never
 really with me
your mind
 always racing
to far off places
the many faces
 of poetic impulse
lured yourself
 into the rabbit hole
where you stole a taste
of someone else's reality
simple love cannot compete
with the bittersweet scars
 we carve with words
when all we long for
is to be heard
 of violent voids
that bleed marrow
to dust
lacing lament
with the kind of lust
that thrusts us
 into flames
of futility 
 i wait by that hole
peeking in 
reaching in
into silence
 at the rust
that corrodes
my heart
i start to wonder
if you’re ever coming out

© jd 

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