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Be Dark With Me
I wrote you a poem with magnets on
your refrigerator
It went something like:
“I want to soil you like a garden
but
you aren't here are you?”
And you weren’t. Not really.
Fake love is like that isn’t it
Like smoke in the edge of your eye
Like a ball flying by too fast to catch
Nothing god damn matters
I know it.
You know it.
Hope is a lie.
you compose so well, I always
you compose so well, I always hold my breath waiting for the next line
Let your teeth show
Thank you for saying so
Thank you for saying so lady.
"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.
I hate hope
For some reason I never realize I had it until it is crushed. I bet your words are more beautiful than she ever was. And this beauty will not fade.
Hope is like that. It
Hope is like that. It sneaks up on up you and before you know it, it is too late for anything else. This particular poem was actually mostly fiction. There are bits of truth thrown in there though. Thank you for commenting :)
"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.
It Seemed Authentic
Posted on the refrigerator and all. So realistic. At some time in a lifetime, if you are acting it out at all, this happens. Dirt. Departure. - slc