My Everything

And now, the album that we made love to says everything that you’re too afraid to hear…

What
        Happened
                        Along
                                  The
                                        Way
                                                ?

Is it time left too close
             or
simply time itself.

                                       my mouth aches
                                         to reveal what “harsh” truth i keep locked
                                       inside

and i’ll bet my life; you weren’t ready for this
you were the first;
to cut yourself wide open
i proceeded to bite in

             and now I’m stuck

with this defeated, pulsating remain

             loosely in hand

                          slipping from grip
                          lubricated from the wet of my pain
                          and from the salt of disappointment;


                          i sink

the memorable smell
             of this habitual throbbing
the accustomed taste that seeps through my teeth
             of despair

i sink
but it’s only fair…

my routine,
oh destructive routine!
how you miss me!
did you wait
for this specific day?

THIS KILLS
don’t take me away!
don’t take me away!

             I have so much left to say
                          but you we’re too afraid
                   you didn’t want to listen
                            to the lust
                   in the relics of my voice

this was your choice….

- Rosie