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A parting of me from me for what it is worth
by Timothy WilsonAccelerator down, Windows down
Top up, trunk ajar
The tears of the angels hitting my face and blocking my view
I drove and I drove crashing through the devil’s front door
And landing in a puddle of souls
Do you remember why I left?
Do you ever feel guilt for it?
Would it matter if you knew what is happening to me?
Or would you shrug it off like the night we walked the shoreline your hand in mine
Your heart in him
I crawled along two broken legs
Grabbed my own throat and asked for his help
Do you remember how hot my Zippo got?
Or do you remember how I held you with fiery passion?
You were a corps and a membrane and engulfed in your lifelessness
I rotted alone for a year with your silent killing love disease
Now my car is in flames but at least I’m not enjoying it
05/08/2011
Author's Note: about an ex who ripped my heart out of my chest and ate it in front of me only to burp the smell of it in my face before spitting on my lifeless body.
Posted on 05/08/2011
Copyright © 2024 Timothy Wilson
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Steve Michaels on 05/08/11 at 06:56 PM There is a lot to like here, and these two lines are VIP's: "Or would you shrug it off like the night we walked the shoreline your hand in mine
Your heart in him" |
| Posted by Scott Utley on 06/08/11 at 05:58 AM Heard a rumor ... two blocks down toward forgiveness ally, then four blocks up to high street, there is a lover waiting for a sign from you - patience - she/he has plenty and it is your name tattooed upon their heart...you dreams haven't even conceived of yet. Damn - Some guys get all the luck! |
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