burp
perhaps you desired
and your tone of voice
after mine
where you lied on your side
and tried to capture me
with numb
lips
I couldn’t find your mouth
and the way I engraved myself raucous
made silence seem soothing
perhaps your skin got bitter cold
where you remained
longing for a hand to gently move you
with blood fluid under my nails
and broken cuticles
I draw emptiness on your back instead
and I taught you to hate
my hands apathy
and how roughly they hurt
where they rested abnormally colourless
perhaps you didn’t want anything else
and me
when I disobeyed my helplessness
and gave you everything
you asked for
with ice-covered arms
it was too hard to hold on
to the ambition I made
my own
for the way you never caved in
how you persistently
chased me
and made me stand in the corners
of your room
with disgrace
emptied me at last
and I learned how to lie still
and I was thought how to stop scratching
where the wounds healed
and I was too afraid to bleed
where I was weak enough to get hurt
you thought me how to stroke
break down gently
and I have forgotten how emptiness looks
when it is drawn
I only remember the taste of it
barely
Poetry by MadinSane
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Written on 2005-07-02 at 16:21
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the numb one
perhaps you desired
and your tone of voice
after mine
where you lied on your side
and tried to capture me
with numb
lips
I couldn’t find your mouth
and the way I engraved myself raucous
made silence seem soothing
perhaps your skin got bitter cold
where you remained
longing for a hand to gently move you
with blood fluid under my nails
and broken cuticles
I draw emptiness on your back instead
and I taught you to hate
my hands apathy
and how roughly they hurt
where they rested abnormally colourless
perhaps you didn’t want anything else
and me
when I disobeyed my helplessness
and gave you everything
you asked for
with ice-covered arms
it was too hard to hold on
to the ambition I made
my own
for the way you never caved in
how you persistently
chased me
and made me stand in the corners
of your room
with disgrace
emptied me at last
and I learned how to lie still
and I was thought how to stop scratching
where the wounds healed
and I was too afraid to bleed
where I was weak enough to get hurt
you thought me how to stroke
break down gently
and I have forgotten how emptiness looks
when it is drawn
I only remember the taste of it
barely
Poetry by MadinSane
Read 1063 times
Written on 2005-07-02 at 16:21
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