the second i slip my gaze
the second the haze fades
you appear from nowhere
out of style and cognac.
you think it's funny
i think it's tragic
don't know if it's a pretence or a reality
just a swing of your hands on the cradles
and the kids scream profanities.
i guess someone told it to me before
that you thought i was a whore
guess my wife did that
i just hope that this is all a fucking joke.
i picture you
you snitch the view
grabbing my earphones away
then leave them right there and sway.
tricks and tresses
dicks and dresses
you mock ‘em
like they were made to be mocked.
making mom jokes
false dad tropes
fucked your son
that's incest, you dumb.
you say you're not that bad
and then fucking leave me on read
those hours turn into days
but you’d never regret.
they say come once, come all
my reputation’s already drowned
i don't want to prove myself
but i also don't want to die in repentance.
i could write a lot more
turn this piece of shit into a folklore
but it won't have a place in store
for the verses would contain nothing but gore.
YOU ARE READING
tears on my scars.
Poesiapoetry from the times when i feel dead and alive. i hear the shadows whispering, i feel the inaudible trembling, unwilling to believe, too true to disbelief. -aish
