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Toxic to feel
Toxic to Feel
He rose before I even opened my eyes.
Lost in the day, he'd fucked off. Wedding ring
sits, dead as I waste enough time to believe
he'll come home. These wine glasses
smudged with my rouge lipstick,
it's upon his heart. Hearts feed his appetite.
He grills them to feed again. My heart
was another choice, another night's roast.
He filled me with pesto and lathered me
in sauce. Repair my broken wing before
you sing 'Hallelujah' but don't sing
if you don't know what it means. He rose
before I even opened my eyes. The winter
made my throat swell, choking on goodbyes,
I'm stripping in front of him, smile on my face.
Did I not know what I was getting into, or getting
under? What is his type? My behaviour - unacceptable,
a little trivial, broken, reciprocal, stationary, crushed
beneath the carpet he was walking on. I was every thread
he pulled away on the thorn of his cowboy heel. He rose
before I even opened my eyes to smoke a cigarette
and come back to bed. Oh beautiful man, starts a fire
in my chest, not warning me he'd added petrol
to the disease. With all these emotions stolen.
Edits thanks to Lauren Tivey. Thank you.
He rose before I even opened my eyes.
Lost in the day, he'd fucked off. Wedding ring
sits, dead as I waste enough time to believe
he'll come home. These wine glasses
smudged with my rouge lipstick,
it's upon his heart. Hearts feed his appetite.
He grills them to feed again. My heart
was another choice, another night's roast.
He filled me with pesto and lathered me
in sauce. Repair my broken wing before
you sing 'Hallelujah' but don't sing
if you don't know what it means. He rose
before I even opened my eyes. The winter
made my throat swell, choking on goodbyes,
I'm stripping in front of him, smile on my face.
Did I not know what I was getting into, or getting
under? What is his type? My behaviour - unacceptable,
a little trivial, broken, reciprocal, stationary, crushed
beneath the carpet he was walking on. I was every thread
he pulled away on the thorn of his cowboy heel. He rose
before I even opened my eyes to smoke a cigarette
and come back to bed. Oh beautiful man, starts a fire
in my chest, not warning me he'd added petrol
to the disease. With all these emotions stolen.
Edits thanks to Lauren Tivey. Thank you.
Published 5th Mar 2011
| Edited 7th Mar 2011
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5th Mar 2011 12:17pm
to add this to my reading list thrice. i think there's a glitch but when it's fixed, this is on it.
"Repair my broken wing before you sing
'Hallelujah' but don't sing
if you don't know what it means. He rose
before I even opened my eyes. The winter made my throat swell, choking on
goodbyes, I'm stripping in front of him, smile
on my face. Did I not know what I was getting into,
or getting under? What is his type? My behaviour -
unacceptable, a little trivial, broken, reciprocal,
stationary, crushed beneath the carpet he was walking on. I
was every thread he pulled
away on the thorn of his cowboy heel. He rose
before I even opened my eyes
to smoke a cigarette and come back to bed. Oh beautiful man, starts a
fire in my chest,"
-- i know it's long but it's my favourite bit, couldn't break it up. [:
"Repair my broken wing before you sing
'Hallelujah' but don't sing
if you don't know what it means. He rose
before I even opened my eyes. The winter made my throat swell, choking on
goodbyes, I'm stripping in front of him, smile
on my face. Did I not know what I was getting into,
or getting under? What is his type? My behaviour -
unacceptable, a little trivial, broken, reciprocal,
stationary, crushed beneath the carpet he was walking on. I
was every thread he pulled
away on the thorn of his cowboy heel. He rose
before I even opened my eyes
to smoke a cigarette and come back to bed. Oh beautiful man, starts a
fire in my chest,"
-- i know it's long but it's my favourite bit, couldn't break it up. [:
5th Mar 2011 12:22pm
Thank you, J, really happy now :) Made my day. I knew my romantic stuff was getting boring but I thought this was just a change in format rather than topic and maybe that would work in my favour. :)
5th Mar 2011 10:53pm
I think this is a really, really good poem, but maybe getting lost in the new format you tried? It's all in there~I think a reformatting would really make this piece sing, and it deserves to. Some fantastic lines, like the pesto, the cowboy boot, etc. I hope you don't mind, but I did something with it~sending you a private message~see what you think. Cheers. :)
6th Mar 2011 11:36pm
