You would think that I would have learned by now.
But this unhealthy attachment
Onto your voice
and the conversation --
It's magnetic.
Your words are like a drug that draw me in --
Addictive.
And when you speak,
you're novel yet familiar --
something I can't place my finger on,
like taking me back to a place I've wanted to be.
But I needed you to lay down the honest, ugly truth
About how we've become
each other's
innocent guilty pleasure.
On the verge of igniting
A painful mess we wouldn't be able to fix.
No duct tape,
super glue,
blood, sweat,
tears or promises
would mend
what we could have
[and still can]
destroy
[with just a few words].
You would imagine.
You would think.
You would assume.
That I would have known by now
The depth of the dagger
That I've stabbed and dragged
Into eleven other lives.
But then there's your voice
Making me forget all I thought I knew.
Your words brushing away the lessons learned.
So I still need you
To knock some sense
Into this empty, floating mind of mine
Because you would think
That I would have learned by now.
To take a step back
from lighting the fire,
Walk away
from building a burning bridge
...
You would think.
But then there's your voice.
It pulls me back in.
So brick by falling brick,
we'll start constructing
our already breaking building.
YOU ARE READING
»scatter-minded«
Poesíawe laugh, we cry. we love, we hate. we live, we breathe, we feel. life is said to be a roller-coaster ride, a puzzle, a journey, a story. and sometimes all that's needed is a little pause, to take a breath and contemplate all of its little matters...
