A Quick Death

For M.F.

 

A Quick Death

 

Please don't speak to me

or look at me with your requisitional eyes

because  I still can't shake these emotions

I have for you

whenever you're in view,

in my mind

I repeat our moments

our movements in the hedges

when possession and obsession

become a sequential art

(I remember how it felt...)

 

Please don't touch me

or breathe your need on me,

my body is still tender, stabilizing

because I still recall how temporal

your textile testimonies of love

how you tire easily of me

I am not the fresh, timid thing

any longer

(I hated how you hurt me...)

 

I saw you last night

tonsils in token tossing with his

your new casual (a) casualty of war

soon enough...

(I thought I was over you....)

 

My breath is catching

I could not speak,

butterflies doubled within,

my legs have gone weak,

eyes gathering torrents

but it was not warranted.

I won't let you see me -- cry

so, I domicile a smile and try

shake your hand and I

die inside...

Reviews

[Matching Socks]

This was so heart wrenching to read, moving on is hard enough without having cross paths with that one that we still pine for. Exceptional piece my friend.

[Butch Decatoria]

Thank you very much...

[Chris Harris]

omg i read this and i started to cry this is my situation right now and everything you conveyed in this story is how i feel .this is a great peace of work and the way you give imagery to support your emotios and pain is exquisite