Your Place In The Pages - Poem by matt fromm
When I'm searching for a midnight surprise
I stop and wonder how you could ever be mine again.
When I'm burning all the memories of you
And I do so by taking giant lingering breathes
I stop and look around
I think what would you think of me in this state.
Would you still love me?
Would you still give a damn?
Would you lick the beads of sweat cascading down my back?
I know you wouldn't.
Still, I never saw the connection.
All your love
All your fire
Both your healing hands that compliment your healing eyes.
You made me feel like they were mine...
And they weren't.
How could you love me?
Oh darling if the fruits gone bad you know what to do with it.
Healing woman listen to the prophecy I scream in my sleep.
Though we were alike
I was killing your magic
If you were there to watch your angel hit the pavement you'd simply say 'he was damaged goods to begin with'
Maybe now you'll fade away
Cause when the smoke begins to fill my lungs
And 2 tears like bleach
one for me and one for you
Go making their way down my face
I drag my tongue across the blades crimson soaked edge
After youyanked it from my ribcage... and it tastes good
Kaleidoscope in color
Rushes through my mind
Demolishing everything in sight that you and I built
The heavenly atomic blast I created
Leaves nothing but a shadow
Of what we use to be
And I guess I'll grab some more
Of this off getting shit
Torch the holiness out of it
I'll burn another
Until I cough blood
As I imagine what you'd think of me now
Not caring either way
I say you can go take a fuckin walk
And then I burn some more
I'm not the same person who made you fluffy eggs for breakfast...
And I never will be
So enjoy your place in the pages.
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