Poetic Irony

I’m done with you

You’re finished too.

So say goodbye

To all you knew.

Qu’importe?
Il ne me voit pas la façon dont je le vois.
Pour lui, je suis un miroir à ses sentiments
Un autre confort et ami.
Pour moi, il est tout.
Mais la distance m’empêche de partager
Mes sourires constants et joues rougissantes.
Si je lui ai dit, la douleur ne serait pire.

What you do to me

Is not what you intend.

Your hands are positioned

For violence.

And yet when your coarse skin reaches

My delicate neck,

All I feel is your love

And my love reaching to meet

As you steal my last breath away.

What is it you want from me?

A look of patient sorrow?

A glance of sympathetic rising?

Or a peer of understanding joy?

You won’t get it.

What you did was not a secret,

In fact you were standing alone

In a river of redemption,

While the rest of us slept dry.

Don’t try to hide behind the

Call of the wild and free,

Because when it comes down to it,

You are one of us,

One who doesn’t know how to deal.

You order me into oblivion.

You seek me out to

Control my words and phrases.

You tell me what

To tell you

Because if I were to speak my mind,

Your heart would not understand

And your soul would find shelter in anger.

So to save yourself from such grievances

You place words within my mouth,

And watch with pleasure as they spill

Back into your hands.

step forward.

Release the hold you have upon my hip,

For fingers no longer can grasp

The smooth silk of truth.

Anxiety will take hold

And return you to your formal story

Where lilies once bloomed and

Leaves once yellowed.

Release your hold.

You no longer have the strength.

You take such joy

In chewing your hair

And remembering the says of disdain.

But think back if you will

To the times where we met,

When everything still had

A measure and a cup.

Now what we see is not what we hear,

A fact that seems superficial.

But look if you will to the sun, just rising.

And you will touch pure gold again.

Change me back.

Revert me to my dissonant state.

This new chorus is screaming

Endlessly

Through my head.

I want to return to the water.

I want to be seen through a mirror.

I want to be where I am not.

It’s hurting where it shouldn’t.

Dull, numbing pain.

I chose this path

Specifically to avoid such a pain.

I chose a path of decision,

Of determination,

Of distance.

So when this pain shoots through me,

I can’t help but wonder

Why I’m feeling.

Why I’m reacting.

Why I’m drifting.

Before when I felt this

I had the comfort of warmth

To make it worthwhile.

But now the pain stands alone.

Bare.

There is no reason if there is no reward.

So stop.