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Bury your skulls

I know what you've done.
 
I should know what you've done,
because every time you did it, you did it me.
More times than I can count when I left with regret.
More times than I can say when I remembered your name.
But not many words between us need to be spun
because our private language is an anomaly
when I tear away the parts that I'd rather forget
while you insist my weakness is yours to claim.
 
All is beauty and perfection in the muted hours
when the dark illuminates what you're ashamed to display.
Though I still recognize your hunger  
when the moon is in its slumber.
I smiled, you winced,  
and we knew I had the power,
yet you continued playing your daylight masquerade.
 
But Darling, I know.
 
Everything you are  
when you're smiling hollow.
Everything you are  
when you're not all there.
Everything you are  
is a hard pill to swallow.
Everything you are  
is aching to be laid bare.
 
You'd better bury your skulls
if all the skeletons you're hiding  
are still watching you without a sound.
Give up the ghost,
but your secrets are still breathing  
even when they're underground.
 
You can bite your tongue,
You can turn away,
You can let your guilt lead you astray.
 
But you'd best bury your skulls
if you're still haunted  
by the bag of bones you keep around.
MgAl
Written by MgAl
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Author's Note
Ever have a "special friend"? I did. This poem was inspired when we happened to run into each other at the grocery store. He was married (still is, I hope?) but he was by himself at the store. All I...
Ever have a "special friend"? I did. This poem was inspired when we happened to run into each other at the grocery store. He was married (still is, I hope?) but he was by himself at the store. All I did was give an innocent wave, but he didn't acknowledge it, so I assumed he didn't see me and I just went on with my business. It wasn't until I was in a different part of the store when he suddenly came by my side and told me to never act like I knew him in public, then left as quickly as he came. Needless to say, I ignored all his texts after that. But I imagined a whole scenario where I had him by the balls with his dirty little secret. Rest assured, all secrets die with me. But be sure to bury your skeletons thoroughly, because skulls could still be watching. Or, God forbid, talk. ;)
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