Only
the atrophied animal
sleeping at your ankles.
No need to chain me
to the bedpost.
Every seduction needs only
the smallest of aches.
Every concession: my shoulder
tapping your shoulder.
My teeth
tapping your teeth.
Call me your error.
Call me your stray.
Know that I am more than my heartache.
More than my strangeness,
more than my arms
tied up together.
You can't fix something broken
with something else that's broken.
Empty bucket. Spineless
bird.
Although you now know me
like a nightmare
and undress me
with your moonlit mouth,
I know it's not enough.
Sometimes
everything works out.
But
no. It doesn't.
Please don't
do that thing
anymore. Please
forgive me. For this
and for everything else
that's coming.
And believe I never meant
to let you tunnel into me
like that. The way love
twists into a heart,
mercilessly.
And keeps twisting.
I believed you when you said
you would not be gentle.
I just thought there was nothing left
unbruised when we met. Only
my threadbare heart
crawling with larva,
brimming with ghosts.
I thought I could take it.
But then we got quiet.
Eventually,
I opened my mouth.
Call me your downpour.
Call me your death.
That night, I know
I dragged you through
the gutter of this.
How could you refuse me
once you'd turned me over.
Once you made me
your sorrow, your specter.
Your spiral staircase. Your
cistern full of pond water.
When you said do this
and I wanted to.
I would live here for another year
just to feel like that again.
A sharp grip around my wrists.
Cool breath like bee wings up my spine.
But now all I feel
is the vacuum of your egress.
Believe me
I have enough grief to flood the basement.
And enough regret to burn the house down.
Tell me, what could stay upright
in the aftershocks
of this.
Even my doorframe is now
a skewed and haunted thing.
So everything broken
keeps breaking. And we can't
take the bones
out
of our bodies.
I can't unsay that I loved you.
Now that you're gone,
the moon follows me home.
Call me your aimless.
Call me forgotten.
Call me your fuckup, your weakness,
your garbage.
Your favorite
aberration.
Tell me I'm nothing.
You refuse
to dismantle this,
so I will.
If it's harder to unlove a thing
why didn't you just leave me
there that night
on the porch
to whimper and crawl
up the steps
alone.
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This is an awesome poem. 💕💕. more ink to your pen dear.
On Thu, Jul 19, 2018, 12:46 AM i tried to tell you wrote:
> Julia posted: “Only the atrophied animal sleeping at your ankles. No need > to chain me to the bedpost. Every seduction needs only the smallest of > aches. Every concession: my shoulder tapping your shoulder. My teeth > tapping your teeth. Call me your lovestruck. Call” >
Lovely poem. It’s one of the first I’ve read of yours, and I’m addicted.
Whatever may have been harsh, whatever may have hurt you -you’re more than something; you’re not nothing for you are someone special who will find true love one day I pray… Sometimes relationships don’t work out and you discover you’re meant for more… for better…
It is a lovely poem, i can feel it. Something there embedded i see.
Life is like this: what you have expressed through chiselled words to decorate your feelings. I have really enjoyed this. Any way, keep scribbling deep , but, beware of the tip it is too sharp sometime my hole in the paper you write. To trickle the tears you shed to wet the paper floor.
Keep writing would love to read more
thanks
Regards from Nepal.
This is a very good poem with a lot of raw emotions.
Crawling with larva. Damn. I enjoyed this very much. Thank you.
You are so much more than, and could NEVER be, nothing! Your words are proof enough of that. Powerful. Emotive. Evocative. Clear. The only expletive left that bears any meaning… Wow. Great writing!
This is incredible. I love it. Touching, gut wrenching, purely raw and brilliant.
Wow this is so amazing I have goosebumps
This “picked some scars” put down long ago in my own twenties. Deep and searing. Well done.
You write well. Loved how raw this poem was. 🙂
Extremely powerful piece.