Every now and then I get the urge to write about things I'm seeing. To chronicle the pain of others, shape it and make it beautiful in the hope that the cross becomes a lil easier to bare. This is a tag team between me and one of the most prolific people I know: fellow blogger and my G for life Isis.
I,
her heart,
being of unsound mind and broken body
do hereby bequeath my contents to the one who's left me bleeding/
all of my worldly possessions/
altruistic acts and good intentions/
are to be left at the feet of the one I intended/
to rock me lovingly/
for eternity/
his ownership of me natural/
my purpose to make his life complete/
his purpose to protect me/
but he's gone/
and my edifice has been vandalized/
by vagabondish lies
wandering into his psyche
and tagging his mental with graffitti/
colors not of my set
and words belonging to another territory/
one with/
locks and prison bars fashioned out of insecurity/
one with balls and chains inscribed with the statement " eff the baby now please me"/
I am the greener pasture/
the suburb which guarantees drama free living/
he lives here/
and yet he does not think he's earned the right to stay/
*Isis tagged in*
how could he when he's been preconditioned to grassless plains and crudy streets..
so in my newness lies questionability of the unknown/
hed much rather fall back
and let the net of safety fixed from previous affairs catch him and rock him in his contentment/
because for the first time his stunt went awry/
and the fans paused/
gasping breaths as they laid eyes to unheard of gestures/
intamacy met with I love yous and babe/
kisses goodbye/
lips locking souls tangling in a progress of romantic bliss/
stuntman to scarred to take the risk/
*I went in for the kill*
which is a shame/
cuz for all the songs in the world I haven't heard one sweeter than his name/
more popular that his eyes melodically capturing my gaze/
we harmonize with no notes/
but present, also, are violent chords/
that form nooses that are anchored to trees
and he slowly and methodically/
picked one
leaned a ladder up to the bark
slid his neck into the chosen hole
and jumped/
and with a snap that held many degrees of finality/
he hung us/
and, I simply cannot survive without him/
so I lay down and compose this/
give him all of me even though he killed it/
hoping that what he couldn't appreciate in a life/
he can appreciate in the space that lies beyond it./
Sincerely, Her Heart.
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