I have made a discovery.
I always thought that you were
Everything
And now I realise that was true.
You are everything.
Everything you can find in a
Cigarette; everything
My friends said you were;
Every day that feels too long.
You love girls like art in galleries.
The painting is already finished.
Someone has done the work
For you, you can take
A picture and leave.
I build love from the floor up;
Towers of verses before you
Knock knock knock them
Down.
A sea of jumbled words at
Your feet.
I have filled a notebook with you.
You became my opus, my debut.
I even dropped a hint or two:
A city, a reference to
Your name and how it's inked in
Genesis genesis,
But it sounds different
Where you come from.
One syllable sprouted to two,
Mimicking the same faces
As you.
But I have decided to
Burn my clues.
I will not chain myself to you.
I will name the pain, write
About her instead.
She is more interesting anyway.
I refuse
To immortalise you.
I will not make you God
With your own personal bible.
A scripture founded
On sin.
We could have done this together.
I could have sewn your skin
Into mine to make
A cloak for Aphrodite,
But you
Had to go the route of Hughes.
You choose body
Over mind and heart
And thus I expel you from
Leeching off my art.
You will be remembered!
Not by name or face.
Time will eat your skin
And history has no time
For your identity.
You will be remembered
Merely
As a girl I loved once.
A monster inside
A female shell.
A nameless, bloodless
Vulture who
Cracked my porcelain skull
In two.
- Author: draculazy (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: August 16th, 2017 05:43
- Comment from author about the poem: This one is a bit of an angsty ramble so is maybe not quite as polished as some of my other poems, but I couldn't see any other fitting way to write those feelings.
- Category: Love
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- Users favorite of this poem: Kaitlyn
Comments1
Well holy crap this is some deep stuff we have here. I like it. The words used were simple, and the references were precise. Good work.
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