What to do
When you’re empty
And alone
Just skin and bones
Willing to be reduced
To less.
I confess,
I feel useless
The grave
Speaks to me still
In words only I understand:
“Take my hand,
Rest a while.”
And I smile
At promises of peace
That leave me
Uneasy.
The pain in stranger’s eyes
Calls to me
In languages
Only we can utter.
Opens passages
To worlds
Only we
Have ever known.
What we had was magic
So good it makes me ache
Came with a price like magic does
And just like magic, fake.
We wrote our own love story
And unwittingly our demise
For what’s a story really?
Except more fucking lies…
You rode in like Prince Charming
Slave to lust and greed
Stabbed me in my heart
And for years just let me bleed.
Our story was a fairytale
But all stories end
Like a child I believed it
Though fairytales are pretend.
The book is finally closed now
But you’re still on my mind
Because tainted love leaves many scars
But worst it leaves you blind.
Absently Searching 