Promise me something beautiful,
and I'll mince it between my fingers.
Promise me your heart,
and I'll take all I can in one night.
You know what you've done?
You know what you are?
I'll tell you when the moment is right.
I'll tell you after my time is up.
My love is best heard on a whisper.
Best expressed by gently bit lower lips.
With electrified fences, and armor piercing tongues.
I have a confession to make.
I need to be loved.
As unconditionally as I give.
Can you do that for me?
As your fingers evaporate in my entwined
desperate
hold.
I'll give you anything you want.
Money, jewels, gold, flesh, soul.
I just might be that pathetic.
Or maybe I'm waiting for you to reciprocate.
She's not real.
She never was.
And there's no whistling dervish to teach you that lesson.
Only skinned knees and spilled milk.
Of broken hearts and that heavy sinking feeling.
Like the weight of a thousand seas.
Like the depth of her eyes
when she says...
Mirage. Mirror. Mistake. Misstep. Misgivings.
Miss... I miss... what I miss the most is...
You miss the everything you found in nothing.
You curse the nothing you found in everything.
And now what are you left with?
A paradise of paperwork in a fountain of dry pens.
When all you need is a knife.
One well placed gash at the threads of fate and
You could stop dangling
and sink into freefall
crashing into a heap.
A cradled, and delicately handled heap of broken.
A well deserved vacation
after only 3 weeks in idyllic hell.
Self fulfilled. Self proliferating.
Self prescribed.
