there was room for conversation but then the g a p was filled - with proclamations. projections. declarations. loving. fawning. hating. - so many words left me, debating: you're waiting for a reply, but i already said "no." you're not waiting for any reply, but the "right" one. and it's not gonna come.
make it extra cheese by X3beyondthesunx3, literature
Literature
make it extra cheese
two can play your game if your game is a dance of roundaboutness and i can play your game if i'm simply prey in a trap, sitting pretty, but it seems as though the trap is a maze and, oh, i am in it but i refuse to run through. in fact, i stopped walking. I sit and wait. i listen to your footsteps as you approach, then your voice as you tell me every woe, and then i watch your frame as you walk out of mine. i'm sat complacently, the rat in your maze. i listen expertly, unbothered, unfazed. you are not worth following simply because you walk by; prove to me you're worth my time.
my fingertips trace the curves of your brain;
i am direct
- and impatient -
and you are driving me insane.
time ticks away as i learn how you tick;
i could count the days we've wasted
but the thought makes me sick
the more i learn, the more i like
the more i'd like to know you better
you better know it's usually the opposite
you better know, i'm not one for games
if i choose to commit, my mind is made
i carve runes in my soul and wait impatiently for your homecoming
for you forget i was made for your homecoming and yours alone will be the death of me
i wonder in silence at the magic behind your eyes-
why do you do so much with so much intent when you intend to do nothing?
i carve runes in my soul to protect myself from your love
you appear obsessive, vindictive, and passive-abusive
(I know what I said and I know what you said and why should I believe: you over me?)
you over me? you only fool yourself
i carve runes in my soul to manifest the life i was supposed to live
you saw the scars and thought you had something to hold over my head
my fingertips trace the curves of your brain;
i am direct
- and impatient -
and you are driving me insane.
time ticks away as i learn how you tick;
i could count the days we've wasted
but the thought makes me sick
the more i learn, the more i like
the more i'd like to know you better
you better know it's usually the opposite
you better know, i'm not one for games
if i choose to commit, my mind is made
i carve runes in my soul and wait impatiently for your homecoming
for you forget i was made for your homecoming and yours alone will be the death of me
i wonder in silence at the magic behind your eyes-
why do you do so much with so much intent when you intend to do nothing?
i carve runes in my soul to protect myself from your love
you appear obsessive, vindictive, and passive-abusive
(I know what I said and I know what you said and why should I believe: you over me?)
you over me? you only fool yourself
i carve runes in my soul to manifest the life i was supposed to live
you saw the scars and thought you had something to hold over my head
the pen weeps ink, hopefully by X3beyondthesunx3, literature
Literature
the pen weeps ink, hopefully
i take the medicine, so
the meds take me from me.
i beat my head on the wall
but can't set myself free
my creativity's stopped up
far beyond writer's block
so we halt the meds
and monitor the response
we're clinical, methodical
i'll break my skull, or this wall
and i don't care what breaks first.
your touch sparks a fire -
embers of light
float up in a spiral
and surround me
your voice speaks volumes
in a familiar tone,
a cadence i know
it flows around me
even when i'm alone
your touch
sparks a fire
that surrounds me,
you're forever around me
even after you're gone