the curve of my daisy

grasping my neck with your invisible hold,
you walk away – forcing me to watch it unfold,
paralyzed – while your teeth begin to dig deeper,
sinking into the ground as I call you my reaper.
The degradation of one’s heart,
leads me to writing poetry in the dark,
wishing for the end – as I fall to the floor,
discovering death is not serene – its a rapping at the door.
Monstrous fancies and misshapen dreams,
love and passion are nothing but short-lived extremes,
our moment in the sun came at a devastating cost,
realizing the brutality of a love now and forever lost

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Wanting

The kiss we shared was of a haunting nature,
thoughts of your supple lips with their lingering flavor,
a world unfocused – the reality of the day,
tortured by the words that I can no longer say.
Eyes of wondering women pierce my vision,
and if I had to choose – I think you’d know my decision,
I want to regret that moment we shared,
but I know in that moment you truly cared,
Hate – I’d like to feel,
maybe – it’d be harder for my heart to steal,
such an emotion is unimaginable to me,
fore you were the one that helped me believe

Everlasting Permanence

 

You were the one that saved me from complacency,
revised the tide of an everlasting insurgency,
you gave me the hope which all should aspire,
to lose you now – dooms me to a life much more dire.

As I would take – you would give,
when you would love – I would live,
there was nothing your presence could misgive.

Now – without you – my life – I attempt – to retake,
but how – when I envision you – all I do it ache?

Forced to walk this path alone,
all I think of is you – through this journey of the unknown,
no more regard for my own well-being,
wonder if there’s more to you I will be seeing

Regrets

I watch my voice as it becomes increasingly loud,
I feel my face as I smash it into sound,
I scream and claw with this tongue, hoping to be profound,
but all I have left is the broken promise I once gave you, with a vow.
Pray you never feel the longing of your lover’s voice,
the hurt it caused by your disastrous choice,
I was her church,
she, my steeple,
now all we have left is the power of my egotistical evil.
Our torn down monument,
on top of our shattered hymns,
what it was – I wish – is what I could give,
but this is not the fairy tales from my childhood stories,
these are the mistakes that lead me into an everlasting purgatory

Consumption

My heart is a singular thing,
fortifying its purpose,
consuming all beneath the surface,
discovering if this life is more than just a fling.
No control in what this heart brings,
allowing all hurt between its seems,
great love or great fear,
no control – absorbing all into its fragile sphere.
I take your hurt and make it my own,
the curse of this heart I gladly invoke,
my heart – the bringer,
my mind – following its procedure,
my journey contorted into this sentimental creature

Wilted

Over the horizon,
I see the life I hope to come alive in,
if it truly gets darkest before dawn,
what transformation will I have undergone?
Plucking a flower to admire its beauty,
it stuns then dies as its destined duty,
leave it where it may and it’ll live until gray,
selfish to assume that with you it must stay.
The latter occurred that led you withered from view,
sobbing as you left my front door,
you said with tears – I thought you ignored,
I loved you, too

Lust IN One

Give into lust,
if you must,
revel in its consuming sensation,
but be careful,
it runs the risk of turning into disgust.
Roaming from one to an another,
it’s semi-romantic,
but it may leave you feeling frantic.
To love one embodies perfection,
varying from your common place seduction,
tie her up – she reciprocates for fun,
and when we’re all done she refuses to run