Regression

5/28/15

Can I find myself

Somewhere in you

Deep in your dreary eyes

For the hour is late

And my fingers flock to your flesh

Your jaw is slack

Your breath morose

Your hands are cold

And you wait for the bruises

I see you in the mirror 

Standing all with feigned innocence

Purple spots decorating your skin

I just can'tt believe it

It seemed you'd gotten better

But now here you are

Lost again

I wish I could call you a stranger

That you pass by tonight

With only a glance 

But I know

What a demon looks like

I see its image in your mind

And I can hear the gears stop...

Caught up in your pain

I see you melancholically looking forward

As my fingers latch onto your hip

Do it where they won't see

But if they do

Name it accident

I know that right now

I won't find myself in you

I've felt this before

I'm hidden deep down

In the gutters of your brain

Buried under the weight

Of your demons

Reviews

[Robin]

Oh my oooooh my! What a powerfully written poem. I really liked it. Favorite lines: "I wish I could call you stranger That you pass by tonight. With only a glance. But I know. What a demon looks like" when some one hurts you so deeply you regret even knowing that persons name. I have been there before, and wish to never return. Very nicely written.