truth
we cannot spin our threads around the spool any longer,
lazy susan. last chance romance, dance around the fire
burn our hands and hearts when we tumble, stumble on in.
turn it around on its head, its heel. break your ankles, fall down.
negativity is the sore spot on this sunshine.
your head is full of dead moths and cobwebs.
open your eyes. there’s nothing left to burn.
your scorched earth program worked perfectly.
now you must face the consequences of it all,
you must stare me in the eye and tell me it’s over.
you can turn your cheek and say you still love me
but i won’t ever believe you again.
and how does that feel?
being shit on is never the easy way.
talk is cheap, actions “speak louder than words”,
but you couldn’t hear me screaming.
let the wind blow me away from you,
perhaps it’ll be the best thing for us both.
if i can sever the thought of you and someone else
from the part of me it hurts the most
i think we’ll both be better off in the end.
she is not you
but not pretentious, like you
not self absorbed, like you,
rather fearless, unlike you,
and rather much
unlike you
and never did we think
not even for a second
that it’d burn down in such a hurry
and now my fingertips are blazing
the match i’d been holding
now ashes on my knuckles.
