Affliction
An echo chamber of endless voices–
feeding delusions–you say–I live in–live with.
Of what kind–I am not certain.
Only you can make clarity feel like psychosis.
Years I spent in a chamber–filled with only
your voice. The pedestal you perched upon–
I rested beneath happily.
Hoping–one day–to build one of my own.
You assured–yours would be the only one
we would ever need. That sitting with you–
Near you was more than enough.
Is that not delusion?
Not of grandeur but of love–of possession.
To believe I would never need to grow.
That wanting was merely–a symptom
of my afflictions. My only affliction
was my blind belief–in the nature–
of your heart.
How Vicious, How Cruel
Such cruelty / you say / I reek of /
That evil / rests / in my bones /
I have / never known / myself to be /
this way / is it cruelty / to simply /
want more? /
From the dirt / we clawed / our way /
to something / meaningful /
Bonded / through strife / I only wanted /
You to heal / with me /
How vicious / I must be / to want you /
Whole //
Stinging Nettle
Such venom from lips, that once spoke my
name so sweetly. Thick–putrid drips–at the
utterance of every syllable. A voice that
once soothed, now stinging nettle against
my skin. A punch to the gut–filling my heart
with hornets. I am frightened.
This vitriol–wrapped in a man–has altered
the person I knew. How have you forgotten,
that you loved me? I could never forget–
how much I loved you.
Komen