Traction

We question why people are so ruthless when it comes to love. We never once noticed that its because we made them that way. You never know you love somebody until you find yourself lost without them.

This is the tapestry of a civil society
Watch and follow me as I nash my teeth on the hand that over-feeds
Interwoven minds have chosen time to create binds between what is mine and everybody else's dream
All fall under the same category in this sick love story
And the more I think about it I begin to bend the pieces to fit inside a heart-shaped box made of s**t
Listen to yourself and tell me you're not crazy yet
When you realize that the missing synonym is a word that objects
In a world that uses systematic equations to solve simple relations of the dreary love-sick teenager
That got his heart mutilated by Susie the clever
Then later, she asks herself why happily ever after hates her
Anazyle the climb that defines why Donna scorns karma and why the Dalai Llama has torn a hole in what's supposed to be what makes silly lovers become free
And how a simple adjacent line can formulate to rhyme with the walls around it and twist and turn like Chris and burn and bleed
Kind of simple if you ask me
The way you treat me is what will define me from now and forever in the years to be
Take one step in the wrong direction and remember the lies that you'd fail to mention
One more step back and its off into the crevice of his holey socks and mattress
Just to hear her say "Tommy, I'm coming back today"
Sadly, teeth marks on the skin let bacteria settle within them
Now Ahley's got a gun to her head, crashed and burned after hearing he was dead

One action, in time, produces a crack in the pieces of a tiny hole that is now a heart
You can never be so close to somebody without being so far apart

The centerfire is cold as the center of gravity unfolds
Produces a flower to stand on and hold
Right before it breaks off, wilts and begins to mold
Never hold on unless you're strong enough to feel the break of dawn before realizing that the sun is gone

Reviews

[Seshat Nidaba]

This had the distinct of an "army" love poem, or like a very strong man whose attachments overwhelm them making them feel vulnerable in a way that they aren't used to.

I'm afraid the dark blue made the black quite hard to read, I had to highlight it with my cursor to get a better look.