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working for the knife
I've always been one to let the clarity
be lost for delusion,
behind a shielding wall I hid a contusion,
to you blind and mute, mind in occlusion.
the north wind seems to call out to me,
it takes me back to the times
that should've taken us to the sea,
I steal a breath for a minute then let it all go,
like the ocean in those pictures we painted,
my wound becomes a lighter shade of indigo.
but the gale that on the 17th made me bail,
coerced me to push back the curtains,
made me want to yell,
"sword of steel to woolen heart to you I swore,
worked for the knife, my hair I tore,
my mind in shambles, a scene of gore,
if I were your wife my king,
you would've been adored.
for you I lied, to you I laid bare,
love if only you were aware,
that a halo is a makeshift light for the false gods to look debonair,
that horns aren't so disgraceful,
that rage often comes from despair"
you'd probably think by now
that the writer is bitter, oh how far,
this woman knows better than anyone
that all is fair in war.
the coarse exterior,
of wispy material, sheds under your stare,
round 5, I look up to those eyes,
and just like under a spell,
I'm on a road of all grays with you on my left,
no shell, no swell, our laughs ringing like bells,
dragging our feet, the pebbles ricochet,
the breeze sang a tune, it made me want to sway,
I thought of may, and what would come,
but you stopped me there before I was gone,
one step, two step, to a hundred,
you walked the path to close the gap,
killed the fuss, stopped the buzz,
no space between us.
at that moment I realized,
that tho from a distance we can't tell,
me and you are parallels.
a chord was strummed within,
like I was thunder stricken,
back to that place i'm taken,
tear stained reflection snake bitten,
a poem on my left side handwritten,
hard works the knife,
to cut and trim and shorten,
decaying pieces left of what's to be forgotten,
in my palms firm and closed,
whatever was left of you,
the more I held onto it,
the more it made me blue,
never knew why you loved it on me,
now i think I got a clue.