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failures as one
Contributed by
callme_spart
on
Thursday, 20th November 2008 @ 03:03:36 AM in AEST
Topic:
anguished
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I think to that day I first saw your sweet face, an angel among gargoyles in a place of disdain. I knew it wouldn’t be too long before your thoughts ran as mine; all your oaths sworn to me a vine of devotion to climb
So the days turned to nights and the nights what seemed like years, your constant whisper in my ear cured ever loneliness and fear. We swore to oaths we couldn’t keep, while planting a harvest unable to reap.
For no one knew how it felt; our hearts on fire and skin a crawling, their broken souls told us to quit; none had ever know such a longing. So we fought. And we hid. And we lied through our teeth. For the greatest sin, our flesh would say; too not bathe in a love so deep.
And so I bathed my dear, I’ll have you know, I crashed in with the current and again out it would flow. I breathed full in my lungs and there it would keep. The water lived in me; I in it; then again forced to repeat.
For a while you sank beside me, like two pebbles plummet a great abyss. I swore my heart and soul to you in a single touch and a fervent kiss. But our time was up, we drained our cup; forced to split our ways. We cried. We kissed. We whispered a promise, wait till the end of days.
I waited.
I called.
I worried.
I crawled…
to the deepest parts of my brain where you brought peace and not pain. You didn’t take my love in vain, or let it fall away like rain
I cried.
I wept.
I did not eat,
Nor could I have slept!
Eight months I lived in hell, my body beaten from you spell. Just a cracked and broken shell; mind trapped in a single cell
But I escaped.
You forced me to forget you; in turn I forced myself to hate… every garden ever built by us, watched over by a ten-foot gate. I burned every type of greenery; killing blossoms to the trees. See the power of my misery; try and find life in our debris.
Now sweetie, it’s my turn. I’ll ask you a question. Be careful, your answer; you don’t want to test me. So long in my silence, I’ve grown a bit crazy. How could you so easily forget and erase me? We lived in a shanty; snuck food from the pantry. Prayed peace and sanctuary, not once distastefully. We went to a country; loved people not money. You gave me your key, I gave mine with a plea, “please, oh please, treat me most gently.” Now you found that so funny and went and betrayed me. Between Bombay and the states you had decided to leave me. Why did you tease? Why did you please me? Why did you stop with no sign or reasoning? Answer my question; you don’t have an option! The line will go dead once I get what I’ve wanted.
Now you call and cry out “I miss you, I miss you and the way you were mine,” But you don’t miss who I’ve become, just the man you left behind. Love has turned to bitterness and joy has turned the same, I can no longer see nor feel nor speak that once perfect name.
Goodbye my dear. Goodbye my love. Please fly away my only dove. Think not of me or our memories, for the tombs hide our wounds underneath.
Goodbye my dear. Goodbye my love. Never return, my only dove. For you and I have failed as one, what’s done cannot be undone.
what's done can never be undone.
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2008-11-20 03:03:36]
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