scorned
Sugar and Cyanide
Feeling alive,
sugar and cyanide,
bursting into flames,
thoughts twinkle
and teeter on the edge,
crashing all the walls down,
collages formed,
pictures of us catch
fire,
faults start to form,
appears like cracks in mirrors,
screams scorch anything
you every said,
the I love you's,
the I will be there,
was lies,
not taking it I
try to stop the tapes,
try to stop
the memories,
pressing stop
I take out the film,
wanting the end
I cuddle up to you,
looking into your black eyes,
I take out a match,
igniting the spark I light your body on fire,
not even feeling I walk away without
looking back,
no more of the I love you again,
grow up,
when a heart
break it never breaks even,
never do a women wrong,
don't play with fire if you can't
handle the bright fire
Sour Puss
the mind gets filled with decaying debris,
months and years of empty words,
like a cluttered closet never cleaned
cobwebs begin to form and spaces fill
dying matter clog the once well lit corridors
with unresolved differences
silent inner wars, like tremors
below the fault line rise,
passions left ignored collide
between an empty page and an empty life
lies her heart that yearns to speak,
but utters only anguished cries
bitter reminders of more rotted cavities
inside the tightly packed memories
boldly labeled 'forbidden'
she lashes out,
and for another moment,
what she has resisted for years is hidden
9:08 PM 7/3/2013
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