Spooked

"Not quite a love poem..."

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We’d drink and we’d laugh and we’d sleep in the stains

fully aware that we’d never remain through the change

the distance between

so cold and unseen

but felt in our hearts, so young and so clean

yet to be tainted by the lovers disease

so easy to lean on those that redeem you

when they guide you and hide you from the one that would rise you 

above the noise that destroys

a box full of toys in your attic

but you’re an addict, keeping at it, feeding habits

riding rapids like rampant rabbits

Shaking

Vibrating

Not aware of the self-hatred as you drown yourself in the ‘bators

and the takers

and the I’ll-pay-you-back-laters seeking lost fortunes in the beds of the daters

sheltered from the pain of the one who could make this life brighter

Hold up your lighter ‘cos you forgot she’s a fighter

tighter than you’ve ever felt

more tricky than you’ve been dealt full of fury and fire and hell

And that’s why you ran

You let go of her hand

Fell into the sand and pulled it over your head

You played dead

and now your own ghosting fills you with dread.

 

Published 4 years ago

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