You gently brush the yellow hair from out of my eyes and I feel the light
when you say
My beautiful darling, it will all be alright.
Only, tomorrow is another day
called Armageddon.
You never stay.
You crawl back into your sewer and leave me in shit you’ve thrown outside.
I cling to the kiss you gave me for hope.
I will try and survive the hell you’ve made for me.

I’ll do it because I am praying you are not like the other men
Who fuck me because they like fucking, even if I am drugged or sleeping
And passed out.
I am a punching bag for fucking and yet
I never press charges, I never breathe a scream
Because as long as you love me
Nothing else matters.

The words that filter from your lungs like thick air,
my madness proves were only sentimental in that moment
And null themselves once presented back to you.
That would make you a liar, in everyone else's world.
But I must believe it for survival, like the phrase
“everything happens for a reason”

My precious little fool – you break me.
Year by year, you skip my pieces across the water and I fall to the bottom
Of your drunken river, never again to reach the surface.

Soon enough your pocket will be empty of throwing stones
And I will be whole again somewhere.
Though the last few pieces you tuck away
You like keeping me useless
Like a deck of cards
without any Aces.

07/28/2008

Author's Note: maybe i'm better off in pieces.

Posted on 07/28/2008
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