But A Rope

Your words are but a rope

a means for you to pull me in

and you’ve done just that

again and again

and again…

Dangling me on a string

for the ugly world to see

in this simple instance

as I pretend to not be me

Your smile is but a knife

one that cuts clean through my flesh

that drains my bleeding heart

until there is nothing left

hungry eyes

I’ll open these eyes that have been blinded
From all that I’ve not wanted to see
Behind your facade, I have been hiding
Hoping for more than I knew it would be
So blindly lead into the fire
Without as much as a fight or a fuss
But even I have grown weary and tired
No longer in you, can I trust
So I’ll put out these flames with my teardrops
As I lie here broken and blue
Bombarded by hate and by heartache
I’ll drown in my sorrows for you

 

Forbidden Fruits

What is it with me

and forbidden fruits?

The chase

The waiting

This game ends in despair

Just damaged

Battered and bruised

Toxic, abused

The ever falling pear

Catching whispers

Silently spoken reveals

Emotional tyrant

The jump

with no net between myself and the ground

The tragic run around

Building smoke riddled fires

From hopeless desires

All from the face of deceit

Fruits of our labors

Never paying off

Rotting away slowly under the burning sun

In the heat

consumed by this fire within

Without you

Always without you

I fall

I run, jump and fall

To a love

Desperation

To my death

No more

Nothing left after all

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In this time of contemplation

my mind still has tricks to play

After everything is said and done

I am forced to live another day

The madness held before me

on this slowly breaking string

I have listened to so many lectures

yet I haven’t learned a thing