It Felt Good, You Said

the body language says it all right?
survey says
not that into Me
so fine...
fine, I'm not at my best just now
even fate doesn't change
so quickly
what this hurt has nurtured

words are now strange harsh sounds
like a foreign language
I never planned to learn.

but what else is there to do
when its "never, for right now"
some kind of twisted torture every night
what you had and what you lost
until through some grace or mercy
sleep overtakes the insanity
until it starts again sweetly in half light
over coffee, in forgiveness and newness
I want to say such sweet things to you

until you push away again
and I sink into spiteful, hateful diatribes
that take me farther out of town
when I wanted to be closer
and throw away to strangers

what I treasured

what I lost

as I sink into the skin of the devil
Damn
How you Stir Me
It felt good, you said
and you don't want more.





1/3/09





Current mood: creative


"how your soul learns... blessed and burned in the fire of your life!"