Not This Time

 

How sad and grand,

this brilliant scheme of thievery 

on your part 

 

You tell me that I am everything. 

Yet my jaw line hurts from clenching back every

instance that you prove I am not 

So I remind myself, there is a half life to 

being half honest 

that is why we 

at only six months 

are falling apart like Jenga blocks 

 

You broke into my framework

like a starving animal

I feel you there now, swollen and 

unreachable 

like a dirty bee sting on

my knuckle,

you hurt me in a vulnerable place 

 

Sometimes,

I do not want to love you 

I would rather leave this screen begging

and blinking 

Yet I can't. 

So I'm telling you, 

it's okay

It is okay 

not to love me 

 

But I still want you,

even though you have stolen every

decent part of me that

I had rebuilt

reclaimed 

 

I lost it all once before,

to another heartbreaker, 

before you came along like a 

dorsal fin of hope

 

I want you. Point blankly. 

 

But the bough is breaking 

you treat me like

a side note 

an after thought 

 

and I deserve better 

than fleeting outbursts of 

sometimes,

maybes

 

But I am still here. 

Because I can't dig a

hole deep enough to bury you in

I love you,

that terribly 

 

right now

I can say nothing to you

I carry this silence in sadness 

dragging it with me like a stone into

a river 

And

    how deep

    how dark

my river is 

for you 

 

I wait for you. 

To do something. To love me. 

Knowing you will not bend in this 

knowing, I could execute myself with

a single phonecall 

 

But I swear 

this time 

 

my hands will not falter. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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running_with_rabbits's picture

there is a half life to being

there is a half life to being half honest! holy shit lady! I love the ending!

 

and you desrve to be loved fully and deeply, like the air in lung, scent in nose, msucle holding life together! DO NOT SETTLE for less than love of someone's life my dear, you are worth love of someone's life!


Much Love

Ashley

ruth_x_less's picture

Tears. Beyond moved, such a

Tears. Beyond moved, such a gift you have.

life_used_to_be_lifelike's picture

  Thank you :) 

 

Thank you :) 


"It is a terrible thing to be so open. It is as if my heart put on a face and walked into the world" -- Sylvia Plath.

humbleServant's picture

Hello fellow lesbian writer!!

I love this one and

I feel ya on the pain I don't know which is worse being cursed @ love or cursed in love been both places. . . both suck!!!

life_used_to_be_lifelike's picture

Finally I meet a lesbian on

Finally I meet a lesbian on this site... I thought it would never happen. 

 

I dont know which is worse either my friend. They both equally drain and obliterate you. 


"It is a terrible thing to be so open. It is as if my heart put on a face and walked into the world" -- Sylvia Plath.

fulminantInvocation's picture

But I am still here.  Because

But I am still here. 
Because I can't dig a
hole deep enough to bury you in
I love you,
that terribly.
 
The impact of this section cannot be overstated. It's one of those segments that sneaks past like something hiding in black cloth and then hits you like a truck.
 
In situations like this, it can feel like you can't stop pouring yourself into their vessel, even though you know there isn't much more to it than the barest semblance of glassware and a hole at the bottom. 
life_used_to_be_lifelike's picture

Your comment was amazing. I

Your comment was amazing. I am thankful that you understood the angst in this poem, yet I am sorry as well that you do. I suppose if a person has ever felt real, unshaken love for another person than these emotions are inescapeable. 

Again.... thank you for checking my page out. I will do the same for you friend. 


"It is a terrible thing to be so open. It is as if my heart put on a face and walked into the world" -- Sylvia Plath.