Not once did your name roll off my tongue while I was lost in the depths of my consciousness.
To whom do you call your lover
For I too have tasted the bittersweet liquor.
Yet now
Dead are my lips, and
Silent are my feet
With which I once learned to walk,and to talk, before this dreadful curse.
All the right intentions have become wrong
All the wrong intentions become right
As my liquid heart becomes one with the rest of myself, my heart, body, mind and spirit are all one.
A mixture of hope, love, suffering, regret, pain, lust, remorse and pride are within me.
They leak through my soul, a dripping, murky, beautiful mess
Soon lust and love are confused
Hope and pain are the same
Until I know no different
My emotions are open and closed, anger spilling through the open doorway and grief still bottled up within.
There is no way out
I am drunk on the lover whom I thought was my own
Stolen from my consciousness by
The same person
Who calls me their own
But not once did I call your name in the sweetest of ways
Not once did I call it at all
Your obsession with myself is as bad
As the liquor
That killed the movement of my parted lips
And silenced the pitter patter of my feet
With which I first found my lover
