The irony is.
I’m almost there. But not quite ready
And I’ll probably never see you again
"Are u seeing anyone" I ask casually
while my left eye twitches rapidly
You squirm and I stare.
And I feel my blood spin rapid
& Your silence says it all.
And the fact that I too have fucked another
becomes somehow
insignificant in the face
of your infidelities.
That are not really infidelities
Because Technically
We are no longer bound to
one another.
But you know your heart
belongs to Me Still.
So surely that means your
legs and your perfect arms
& your complex mind
Until the day
Your genitals are mine
Again too
I start to rant a little.
Something about moving to Mars
& you sit there
still and composed.
Like the time
I smashed beer
on the floor
& the dogs
started chewing
the glass.
I cut up my feet
You watched
me weep
Felt like a mental housewife
Broom. Sweep
To stay indoors and slit my wrists
or go outside and smoke cigarettes
In these modern times
you are more resilient.
I romanticize.
Fantasize You.
Romeo. Me, Juliet
Fucked up. Cut up.
Plagued Lovers
To have ‘a good time’
in the momen
that’s where
the denial &
compartmentalizing
Desiring & lying
comes in.
Fearless & stupid
&irresponsible
It set the tone
in many ways
for mixed up
troubled up
fucked up love.
And if the day came
that I got word
that you marry
a French girl
& have French kids
Who purr of airbrushed existence
You know I’ll surely kill
her
& Can our lives
be same again?
Sane again
or have we
just turned each
other insane
with the pain
Shame.
You think that
I am gone &
You are gone,
& we are gone
But I don’t want
You
To leave me
alone
forever
Because Its You
Who told
Me
Truth is beauty
& the truth is ugly
& the truth is
baby
At least We’re not
dull
1 comment:
Thy all be so crazy when in this love.
This is the stuff yes this is the stuff.
that makes us break glass and seem so rough?
This craziness bubbly, beautiful and scrumptious.
The judges deny this?
They revel in a facade of fantasy and UN-sanity, that becomes a truth there completely real fantasy.
When in this fantasy of your own "normality" this be UN-sanity.
This be the point that we pass all judgements on all those that be crazy "not me no way that dude he/she there so fucking crazy"?
better be real and accepting of all new, and have no secrets from the shadow in you else when in the shadows where you have been hiding, happiness is as real as the ones you confide in, like the smile on all thy judges that are totally blinded, they come into town on brand new sneakers they ride in.
looking for knights in shining amour, who never come, they run and run away and keep on riding shouting "is there somewhere dark that we can hide in" and always be looking for that perfect lad, or is he the one that I already had?
In your mind it is talking
"this is the one who lives in my head, how can he match up to the ones that I had, this ones better he has three more than he had"
but when thy crazy and in love and all ye accepting!
This happiness.
This growth.
This greatness moves forth.
That smile in you "eye" that be the one, that tells you whats real and hugs you, and is totally fun, that be thy crazy, inside all us baby.
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