Stand Still Poem by krissi b'williams

(STANDSTILL, A POEM OF THE POEM BACKWARDS)

AT LAST*HERE YOU STAND ALONE*
STAYING STILL*AS I READ YOU THIS POEM*

'you've got my head spinning, i dont know what to do? ?
so fast*my hearts.... a beating
its jumps out of rthym steadily repeating
i can nolonger control it will, anticipation is its fill
my legs are pacing..my heart is torn apart
a common clichque to a love story gone bad
just like you are the best i ever had
aches and pains shooting so sharp
my thoughts are racing....piercing like the edge of a dart
answers are sought..thru my hungry yearning
flip-flop....as the bile from my throat rises
from, my stomach, as it continuiously keeps churning
please just stop...you are everything that i believed i despised
and some..youve got me twisted..bent upside down
twisted like a pretzel, round and round

again..a sharp pain shoots through my head
as the aches pound and pound..in my brain
over your insane...........philosophy of your words
im spinning in misery..up and down...twisted all around
stand still....our relationship is backwards
its just like holding a group of letters in the mirror
strange how your own image doesnt change, but the words become more unclearer
harder to read, harder to understand
like you, like a man
stop....playing the martry
dont flip-flop, for starters

each and every time you speak, are so very...dense and bleak
you sound as confused as my poem
you choosed, leaving our home
your lies once teared apart, this ol' heart of mine, not this time
im giving you the very taste..of your stupidity, such a waste
every*try*from start to finish..erased us, piece by piece
a hefty cost, for such a disgusting loss
in all that you are saying..every word you admit to all the betraying
all the misery, folded into pain
all the stories you told me were lies, what a damn shame
the jesture of the joke, of this relationship
was nothing but a pile of bullshyt
what a moronic bloke.............
a lie within a lie of every word you spoke

causing me shame, and excruciating pain
from my head to my brain....from the truly insane
ripped apart, stem from heart
twisted and choked
and at last, so fast
you broke...
im now alone, but i have your reactions memorized, as i read you this poem....jesture of the joke, from a moronic bloke
who now chokes, on my heart he broke
so stand still...stay right there
wearing the face of broken pride and despair