To see your photos,
i want to look upon you.
To smell you upon my sheets,
i want to be with you.
To need this kind of poison,
I want to die from your touch.
The desire to call you, it is late,
and i have other things to do aside from you,
i will write a poem, and you, you will be all you know how to be,
horrible, unjust and hard.
And so it goes as it has gone,
goodbye little anger,
goodbye babe,
goodbye love.
I leave and you lay there still,
and we’ll do this again, here is the key.
and when we meet again at the bar,
outside, a cigarette,
then lets go, lets have some tea,
lets fuck like tomorrow won’t come, and when it does,
well fuck again.
I have nothing but my facade, my eyes that see, and cut you in two,
you have that summer dress, and full lips,
and i lay here watching you dress, who are you?
how did you find your way into my bed, this could be a poem,
if i wasn’t so tired.
Whether or not, you exist?
I am no slave of yours, i live out side of all this, and will never look up at things that persist.
For that is where we think you dwell, if my time comes i will go without a word to or fro.
Goodnight to all your gods, i am free with only myself to be judge.
I love you but i need to be alone,
I cannot be as good to you as you need, i need to be this way before i can do that,
I am going to hurt you, i am going to burn this precious amity,
I am at the softest i can be right now, but not just with you, with many.
My freedom is that for why you love me, but with you I am losing this freedom, this honesty.
Alone i must stand as i watch you, and you must watch me be alone.
Do not yell, and do not dare cry, there is nothing we can do for me, for us.
But to finish it, to stop these things we do,
for each other.
Where is my passion?
Have i drowned it, did i deafen it, or smothered it?
Has is crept out whilst i slept one night?
Or has it been leaking slowly since the beginning?
Life is loud just be quiet,
please,
just for a minute, your love is deafening.
Hands that smell of gravlax,
Orchids that are dying,
Water boils on the stove,
The cat is sleeping on my satchel,
Come home, dinner is ready.
I will drown in this wine,
Like i have drowned into you,
I have become part, a piece, a nothing of you,
This wine however, is all of me.
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