backstabber

Writing for my psyche

You knew I needed to write for my psyche

Yet you chose to turn your back on me

For that, you're no longer my concern

Pay back is a bitch

In the end, your soul will burn

You pissed off a poet

And your going to know it

Enjoy your new lover

You're about to truly suffer

How dare you?

You knew writing sets me free

You awoken something inside of me

A long time ago, I tried to bury

I thought my writing sucked

No one will ever connect with me

No one will ever give a fuck

But here you undeniably are

On my soul, you're carving a new scar

You knew I needed to write for my psyche

Yet you chose to turn your back on me

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Dangerous Blizzard

 

...

wiping clouded window panes

to get a glimpse

of your back turned,

pounding down the walkway,

wanting you to turn around

and just once, see me.

~

the warmth of the fireplace

not near enough,

an aroma

of two frozen hearts, 

their juice drizzled upon fine china

with years of tears from a glacier of frustration.

~

I meant to 

let you know how lost you were 

in the fury of this blizzard

our melted souls,

racing fervently upon black ice

In bedroom slippers.

~

and now

you're on your way 

to break both of our necks,

the salt stains on wet cement

gripping angry footsteps

that do not know their own strength.

...