I should have said something –
But I let you tie bricks to my ankles, then push me into the sea of self-doubt
To choke on the salty foam of your airy promises
When all you wanted was a tight, warm body
– When all I wanted you to want was my spirit – my soul – my mind –
And all the fairytales that nest within my heart.
I wanted you to feel more
– than the skin of my stomach
Stretching nervously beneath your fingertips
– or thin air when I just couldn’t take it anymore
And asked to keep my body just that – mine.
I gave you way more than I should have
– reached a hand and got my arm bitten off
By the nameless, faceless ghouls that haunt the depths of the ID.
Forever chewed up by another’s desires
That I was oh-so-quick to cater to
Just so I could hold you – feel you – have you
for one more day.
Just one more moment
…………………………..Melting away under the Sun
Like the wings of Icarus
…………………………..Waxy vanilla gelato
Dripping off of split lips
…………………………..And into fresh scabs
…………………………..…………………………..Picked off – never left to heal
Shockwaves ripping through my heart –
Stopping the old clock
Then restarting it once the pills wore off
And I woke up crying
My only friend cuddling up to me, purring in the garden
Making me feel like my life mattered
To someone
– like someone really wants me
– needs ME
– and not just the skin of my stomach under their rough digits.
You placed your bets high –
……….And played your hand like a pro
Still sipping drinks at the casino bar
……….Where all the losers go after civilised pubs close
When they’re not yet exhausted enough
To escape their sadness
Run faster than the pain
Snort another line and make it all seem like
Last year
………….Like tropes about Surrealist short films
– the only ones you’ve ever watched –
Like fictitious dishes invented in the hopes of getting girls to undress
………….At some point. Some other night.
Just a bottle of wine
…………………………..………………………….. left open on your kitchen counter
Oh, just how low
I must have been running on self-esteem
For all this to matter
More than a passing conversation
With a stranger, standing at the bar
Leaving his girlfriend in a corner, with the noisy crowd
While he chats up pretty blondes
With a splash of false confidence
Over watered-down rum & cokes.
But my friend
……..– You wanted the idea, not the girl.
And can I just suggest that
Maybe that’s because you knew
That the girl, you didn’t deserve
Anyway
JBV