this girl will be my undoing, fixing
the binding which i sow with ill hands and
patching the wounds i drew myself.
the compromise for what is my hopeless,
endless loving-
my hopeless, endless guilt. it binds us. i wish
the scale would tip in my favour and
i save you from abysmal agony
we share, wasting us away like the sea
gnaws at the beach, ripping us apart.
words spinning like the spiders web, trapping,
binding us, until our hearts can't
beat. bones chewed by the disease, cracking
like a wishbone. my wish? to relieve you
of our mutual executioner.
love has never troubled me, it is her.
puppeteer, sown into every wake,
every thought we can't wash away no
matter the price we pay, or the lives
we turn to nightmare. shivering, choking—
there is no fixing, no medicine cure.
she hides in cages of bone and hate and bone and hate to come,
so many girls ensnared in dares of death.
she loathes goodbyes, she lingers in contours, feasting on the life you give her
until there's nothing left to digest,
degrade. what a shame?
i can love nothing, i can't love myself.
the mirage is closing in, im fading
pleasure is wasting, she's elevating.
an itch, touch-less mauling, crawling.
and she's all that remains.
-i can love you and i can love nothing
and that's all that remains.
YOU ARE READING
you, and my materials.
Poesíagive me a few moments of your time so that i can dress you up in poetry give me your eyes, see the world through mine i beg you to be gentle, please have empathy this is your world, on the floor, by the bed like laundry, pick me up and use me. s...
