Anticipation sends shivers,
Fated moment has arrived.
Foreign feelings to consider,
Hoping it wasn’t lies.
Uncertain of progression,
Waiting for a sign.
Impressionable susceptibility,
Playbook getting written.
Blanks beg to be filled,
Information awaiting.
Answered questions to share,
Or buried deep as a secret.
Kiss and don’t tell,
Be gentle in the night.
Set the tone for forever,
In a moment’s burning light.
Maybe at death we will meet again,
When nothing remains but our souls.
Maybe you never really loved me at all,
But everything from me rang true.
The caravan is leaving now,
We’re all packed and moving along.
The road ahead is dark and winding,
Destination to foreign lands inviting.
Maybe we gave each other reason to live,
After that our connection extinguished.
Transaction complete, order received,
Rate the service then proceed.
I can’t stop loving you even though,
I don’t think I ever really knew you.
The truth eludes me when it comes to you,
But I know I meant it, my love was true.
Incessant thoughts wonder whether,
You sought me out for love,
Or simply to turn the tables.
When you left me abruptly,
Was I spared by providence,
Rescued by a spark of moral conscience?
Did you ever intend to return,
To rectify the hate you left behind,
Or have you abandoned the farce?
Duplicitous faces blur together,
Habits of deception all around,
Can’t tell which is real.
Heavy in my belly,
Giving birth to sadness and despair,
Twins to warm me in the absence of a star.
Grown up too quick,
Adulthood presses from every angle.
Body twisting around the truth,
Rigid and unyielding until its reveal.
Cursed in the shape of a tree,
Crooked and wailing into the darkness.
Frozen at the core of its trunk,
Yet rustling its leaves to communicate.
Gone too fast and never recovered,
Never well while still escaping truth.
Learned first-hand but stubbornly forgotten,
Fitting in with prescribed narratives set.
Before closeness with corruption,
Touching palms with decay and pain.
Discover novel wonders abounding,
Walk through portals to fresh possibilities.
Roused from a dream,
Uncertain of reality.
Ghostly presence,
Fading from its haunting.
Gripped by passion,
Suddenly absent.
Passed away in the night,
Dead by day’s light.
Utopian skyline,
Shadows cast long.
Ideals float upwards,
Lighter than breath.
Buried in dirt,
Bodies burnt to ash.
Gravestones memorialize,
Love’s last longing.
Teardrops falling,
Whips keep chasing.
Weights attached,
Legs keep pumping.
Bruised flesh,
Ripped skin.
Fused with the burden,
Anchor in the chest.
Fluttering eyelids,
Keep out the dust.
Sandstorms brewing,
Squint through the clouds.
With a single blink,
You’ll feel the force.
My pain rains down,
Slice through this mess.
New beginnings,
Old hurts.
Penelope’s suitors,
Demanding her attention.
Kitten by your ankles,
Following you home.
How to tell her in meows,
Landlord forbids pets.
Pushed out love,
Draw it back in.
Residing in the heart,
Recuperate from exposure.
Chilled but not frozen,
Cherished by her body.
Courage coming home,
Foreign lands inhospitable.
Tears drip steady,
Empty that cup.
Clean glass,
Starting again.
These limbs don’t fit.
Doll parts inside me.
Small and rigid,
Choking hazards.
Plastic not flesh,
Hollow and bloodless.
Cold and unfeeling,
Attached to the rest of me.
Porcelain fragility,
Painted smile.
Detachable, removable,
I don’t feel the loss.
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