Imbroglio
"X" marks the spot where the cinder block goes,
numb the pain with some local anesthetic,
in the form of ink
injected into the bloodstream.
Pump that liquid-guilt up under my skin.
Let it bubble until it bursts out of my flesh
carrying with it unnecessary apologies and
and unrequited affection.
You forced my hand, so I'll force yours.
Slick, sweaty palms running across denim,
staining it with invisible lines of acute attraction.
No one sees the way a smile drops when someone else's name is mentioned;
the way her skin glows, her eyes sparkle,
the way her personality may actually change you for the better.
Because the last time we talked,
instead of falling apart in my arms,
you fell apart in your own,
and God knows how bad it hurts when you slip through a pair of arms
and hit the ground with the force of ten thousand atomic bombs.
It gives me a grotesque twisting in my gut to think about what she could do to you.
My cynicism is only reflective of my emotions,
and babe, jealousy clouds thick in this brain of mine.
But just remember,
I have been, and forever will continue
to be here for you
to fall back on
when things
go
south.
~~~
a/n
so. here we have a short little thing i did because it blows when you feel like i do right now. its hard to describe, but i wrote what i felt. also, i'm so sorry I don't know how to update on a regular schedule. hope you enjoy! (Inspired in part by "Pusher" by alt-J)
-M.W.
YOU ARE READING
To Collocate The Stars
PoesíaMoon dust in your lungs, Stars in your eyes, You are a child of the Cosmos, A ruler of the skies
