Coherence

Love, love, love-me

You say I'm a dreamer
but baby we're two of a kind.
Orbiting the stars,
you could say I'm a choice of mind.
Sat next to you on picture day,
stood a row away when we sang in choir,
Maybe in the back of my mind
I noted how we even liked to sing the same.
Same pitch, same rhyme
same sinner, same crime.
How could I tear my eyes away from your face?
flush with blood
I kept my teeth on your name.
Otherworldly in your beauty,
you could spark a war comparable to the Trojan discrepancy.
Forgive me for that folly
A countertuition on my part.
I've always liked the taste of something bitter,
lies taste so very sharp.
So maybe I said I hated you,
with fowl lips and a desperate tongue.
But don't you know I'm always lying,
that my word is nothing more than the devil incarnate
sent to kiss you off-track,
sent whisper you off pace.
Jealousy makes a mockery
of the thoughts that lie dead in the water.
Thought you knew that,
thought you said that.
Don't tell me otherwise,
don't start denying.
And you know I've always talked about dying,
you sat with me as we smoked on the same frequency.
Listening in to my wallowing sin.
You said I was never one to romanticise,
liked to keep my head planet side,
but you always agreed with me,
when sun set and the skies cried.
At the lowest points in our lives,
you agreed with me,
right alongside me right here in the crawling dark.
Lulled me into a false sense of security,
I couldn't even think to ask you
if this would be more than what's done is done,
what's past is past.
It wouldn't have been the last time you'd lead me
in circles round'
round' your heart.
Growing past childhood affliction
yet not quite past a grown amusement.
Not quite done with my unflourishing confusion.
So I sit here singing to you,
half-baked slam poetry coming straight from the heart.
That I don't love you any more,
take that for a plot-twist.
Take that for an audience score.
I don't want you to break my heart no more,
so this time you won't be the one to start it.
So here I am,
Telling you through a pen on a page,
that I've always hated you
even through the love running from within my veins.
I hate the way you cry,
big tears running from your eyes,
I hate the way you laugh
and how your voice curled prettily on tear-spilt remarks.
And maybe I hate the way you walk,
maybe I hate the way you talk.
Plagiarism stolen from Shakespeare's own pen
holding it above me
calling me a lark.
Maybe I still don't want to say goodbye.
but don't you know my beloved heart,
I will never be able to forget our burning spark.
And even though you told me to my face,
that you wouldn't hate me
if you were in my place.
I know that you'd look upon this day,
this time of many firsts and many lates.
That you'd burn it down until it was gone,
and you'd drown out the new dawn for ash and smoke.
That I know.
And I know,
know that you'll never admit it.
But I'll leave you to this misunderstanding of hope
so that I can keep pretending you know.
That you still hurt like I will.
That you'll still care like I do.
That you love me,
love, love, love-me.
and that I love, love-you.
That I love, love, love-me too.