Leaving The Love Words

These are the last of them

Those words of love

Those come home wishes

Those all undone

This is how I master them

Those lovers who leave

Those promises inside lies

Those humbled by their need

That extraordinary hopefulness

That belief something comes from this

I carry them to graveyards

And there I stopped to dig

I dropped a thousand thousand promises

And that is where they sleep

I build an effigy from stones

With words all broken now

I make believing so impossible

And dance till soaked brow

I do this for my sisters

And for my brothers, too

And if you want to fall in love

Do the doing just for you

If you want to fall in love

Watch the actions, those are true

Mind the words a lover whispers

And if a lie, make sure you knew

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  Here Lies Lying ✍

Goodbye

This is the last time I will message you

You said it is over

This is the drama i spoke about

All the time defective

And so he showed me lower

And then he showed me spite

He said, ‘I smile….’

He said, ‘I get high.’

He said, ‘Come take a bite…’

He pushed his poison apples,

Dripped in sugar and heat

He closed his eyes and floated,

As his head got way too big

And said, ‘I smile….’

And said, ‘You know I lie.’

He said, ‘Never promised so it’s fine’.

There he sat, offering that apple.

And orgasms galore

‘Believe me once, bite twice… sweet kisses and sugared promises, you will be back for more….’

I never ate that apple

Though I was tired and blind and sore

I never believed the lie

Only felt safe and devine and adored

I never knew he could not love

Yes, I went back for more

I found there is no antidote

Poison will stay poison

He did not need to soak that apple

He sweats it from every pore

But, I never ate his apple

For that I can stand proud

All I did was try to love

A man who cannot turn around

I know he loved me sometimes

I know he was terrified

He knows I know these things

And now he tries to hide

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Go on your 100 dates…. 🥀

5 years

Time means nothing inside pain
Distance means nothing
I will never see you again
I am finished with words
They scar and they run red
I am done with lovers and choose instead an empty bed
If before I was lost, in order to be found
Itself in myself, is where I went to ground
I was gone, not present for that day
That’s my life, that’s my choice, that’s my final say
My moments are mine
My minutes finite
If you knew me as you said
And truly scratched inside my head
You would know my soul is tainted
With the memories of my dead

Whispers in another room

A voice in another room
Speaks too quietly
Expecting answers far too soon
I try, cry – is it only me
But, the words seem to know
And; the voice in the other room
Seems always stuck on slow
Decipher decisions
Before I’m freed
Decided the visions
Before I agreed
If this was ordained
I missed the blessing
Instead I’m left to bleed
On knees I’m confessing
When will the pain end, let me be
When words cease and set me free?
The story of a life, less friend
I go where you cannot be
Your voice is a mere whisper
But spoken truthfully
As the dusk becomes the dawn
A scream inside my body
Becomes an aching yawn
Memory takes a back seat
While voices in another room
Replace the voices I might meet
I pray memory remains kind
Because my hearing is just fine
Cotton curtains play with the wind
When the silence is most profound
I hear the Angels sing
Your voice in that other room
Has a clarity that’s too loud
Is it the death bell that they ring
Every utterance a clear refrain
You left us far too soon
I think God has enough Angels
It’s just wrong to take you, too
Your voice now crystal clear,
Beloved words, they are not new….
You say, “I love you, now be strong…”
I know there is a purpose
I know I cannot fight
But, in doing this disservice
It only proves that I am right
Still the whisper in another room
Is gone when I put on the light

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Missnikiii.blogspot.com
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Epic Fantasy – Lita Burke
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