Palpitations in Love

Twisted Contortionist

A contortionists twisted tongue whispers lies in your ear
You hear it fuzzy yet clear
Contradictory conundrums clutter
In your ear drums as you struggle
To grasp the meaning of it all.
But she won't tell you more than riddles as she dashes your dreams
And your hopes she belittles.
The bittersweet words ring around in your conscious and delve deeper into your well being.
After it reaches your heart you'll start seeing, what she's truly meaning.
The snake oil saleswoman of souls
If you don't buy the pitch she'll eat you whole.
And never think twice about it.
But don't be afraid of her, most of what she conjures is mere illusion
Her words yield no clean conclusion, only half spoken proverbs and delusions.
You long for that eerie silence to fill your head
To numb the words she said, to lay you down in bed
And slip away from it all.
Over you she'll always loom, dishing out punishments and doom, while you sit in your room
And hope she'll stop this soon.
But she's not aware of the damages to your health, it's only yourself
She cares more for the trinkets on her shelf.
In summary don't heed her tales
She'll scream and cry when she's failed,
Leave her in the wake as you set sail,
Wind on your face and sea all around
You'll never see her again or this town.
Leave it burning and crumbling
Step out reborn, babbling, and stumbling
Eat the fresh fruits other have been offering and
Let it go