heartmeetspoon (heartmeetspoon) wrote in gothicpoetry,
heartmeetspoon
heartmeetspoon
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Oh Sorrow

 

Oh Sorrow,

that I should be here now,
with the grasping tips of your fingers
crawling on my skin, your
voice
cajoling me,...

For one last time, and I
am a thousand thoughts away
distanced even from the
hatred
of your touch

the coldness of the room
the bed, the still-born truth
of what this Faberge
marriage
is to us both

Sure baby, let me swallow
down this bitter pill again
wash it down with uncried tears
try
to love you

 and in your eyes I see
nothing, no understanding of
the hollow you have carved within
me
with  your love

My stupid valentine, why
Did you ever marry a horror
Like me, who would simply
Break
Your last hope

 misplaced, and hungry and I
am not worthy of a person
 like you are so honest
open
cluelessly mine.

 Oh sorrow, to walk away
And know you never get
That I have released you to
Run
Away to find

Someone not me.





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