The cherry red tip of ash falls from her cigarette to make love with a dry autumn leaf and set the forest ablaze.
I want to hate you I want to blame you For all the pain In my heart I want to hate you
A powerful master Frequently cloaked Obscured by half truths Demands masked as duty Though there is nothing lovely in…
I know That you still feel The same as I do I know That it can only
once you loved me i know this is true its veracity is beyond a doubt once your face lit up when I entered your vision
I want to have it all A full meal with all the flavors Of the single morsel You fed me
Staring down Into my own Oblivion Self destruction Impossible to escape
Little I can do Now that I have injured you I must disgust you
Does it really matter Whose fault it was What’s been done Can’t be undone Anyways
I have been proud I have considered myself wise I have thought that I was Far above The failures of others
There’s a hollow place Where your heart belongs Its vacuous emptiness Drains all compassion Consumes without satiation
The two of them sat face to face by the banks of the narrow stream smoking cigarettes, throwing stone… and dismantling
Who am I now? I’m not the man I was before You’ve changed something Done something big You’ve opened up a door
Never again Will I be the means Used to deal my love an injury Never again
2015-01-21-21-07-36_poetryx Wondering Wandering Quagmire My own creation