Monday, January 30, 2012

We Will, We Won't

Toxicity that leads to falling out of love.

Half Life

Letters slip from my tongue forming words I don’t mean
Like children’s alphabet blocks slipping down a worn staircase
I do my best to scoop them back up before you hear, but too late
The damage done, the ground between us rent and smoking
I call out for you at the bottom of my voice, giving most of my all

Anger stiffens your spine, and you taste the bitterness in your mouth
Like a marionette with strings pulled taut and aspirin melting in its throat
You breath comes in stops and starts as you spin around to lash your whip
The sharp sting of the rapier pierces my chest and I see my pain in your eyes
You weep for us with some of your tears, and try again with part of your might

My hand reaches out to grasp what’s left of where and what we used to be
Like a ghostly wind rocking the ancient chair we’ve sat in so many times before
My sanded fingertips barely reach your face before I am weary with the effort
The empty space hangs loosely around us, ill-fitting and cold with distant rain
I believe in you with some of what I have, pouring out a portion of my hope

The night falls quickly as you rise from the ashes and turn away from me
Like a broken doll with despair etched across your shoulder blades
Our hearts snap back within our rib cages guarded and poisoned by our anger
Separately we walk together, up the stairs that carry us to and fro each day
We’ll start again with half our hearts and scream for us at the middle of our lungs

1 comment:

  1. You are a word smithing musketeer, my Laurie. This one is another OUCH!!! And so beautifully drawn. I think you are simply beyond words. Go ye into all the world and be PUBLISHED!!!