The Poet, the Addict, and the Drag Queen

I moved beyond you slowly

my life had so intricately filled yours into the holes in mine.

I had to begrudgingly cut you from me piece by piece

from my very existence. 

My heart still spoke your name.

It is a riddle how names can hold such power

over a body that isn't its own.

How does a six letter word

fill up an entire soul? 

Two words.

It cant.

I don't know when I stopped dwelling

on where you were

who you were

and started wanting more from this life.

It must have been in the haze of the alcohol

and the Mary Jane.

Sensory deprivation, and drowning

in sounds, and heart ache

and lace.

The smell of lavender and cheap finger nail polish

and skanky pink lipstick. 

The skeletons

rattled my bones;

because the ones in the closet

were my own.

I lived three separate lives

back in the abyss.

The poet.

       The addict.

and

       The drag queen.

Reviews

[Mandi]

"my life had so intricately filled yours into the holes in mine."--- I'm not sure what it is about this line but it doesn't flow well or sit well with me. "my life had so intricately filled you into the holes that ate at me."
"My heart still spoke your name."----- I feel like spoke is not felt, my heart ached your name....
use it, don't, it's your poem lol! I like this poem a lot :)

[Devin Mitchell Durbin]

Thanks a lot, I'll actually think about the second part of your review. It makes sense, the first one though is actually my favorite line; and I've heard it sounds better when read aloud. I did this one for a monologues at my University.

That first portion is talking how in my first real long relationship I took my girlfriend's life and took her life as mine, and wrapped myself up in her life, filling the holes of my life with hers.

I appreciate you taking the time to read it, and thanks for the feedback. :)