The Escapist

"there's a killer on the corner and he's looking for love."

you were my treacherous step,
       the twisted ankle of falling in love
       that healed like a cancer.
you ate me alive, the betraying of my body.

 

you were my skeleton,
       but you weren’t content with the closet.
       like the lover you pretended to be
you wouldn't let me die in peace.

 

you were my agony in irony.
       the words whispered just for you
you stole like a thief in the night
        and ransomed what i would freely give.

 

you were my constant backwards glances,
       the paranoia of sleepless nights.
       like a biting cold you can’t shake,
you hid a bit over my shoulder, out of sight.

 

you were my will to live
       while i was dying anyway.
you were my ticking clock,
       as faithful as my failing heart,
       but still reminding of the ti-time
                           [tick, tick, ti-ti-ti-]

 

you were my dying breath
       as i'm losing ground, losing the fight,
       fading fast. is it the love?
you'll never know.

 

[now i guess we’ll never know.]

Awards

Perfectly Put

Aug 9, 2010

• Sleep Depravation
• The Escapist

Insightful writing

Aug 13, 2010

• Define Dying.
• The Escapist

Author's Note

I like.

Reviews

[Joanna Maharis]

I love the imagery throughout this piece. For me, it was reminiscent of Stephenie Meyer's style of writing. I found this poem to be captivating and filled with so much passion.

[the in between]

This is strangely relatable to me. thanks for sharing good job!

[Brianna Brie]

Hmmmm....so full of emotion. Perfect title and passionate descriptions. Well written!