Sorry

I can see you now.
I can see you again.
So clearly.
As clear as before, but not the same.
Your eyes have been extinguished.
They won't catch fire.
They won't burn away our trouble,
Our brewing despair.

Your mouth moves.
A repeated pattern.
So much precision in the way your gleaming
Lips accentuate each syllable.
It is military.
Mechanical.
Lifeless.
The words you speak.
The same two words you speak are distorting into
The wings of a bat.
Flapping vigerously at the dark of night.
Stalking like a butcher.

They mean nothing.
The words.
They mean nothing.
Your mouth is speaking but your mind doesn't belong.
Not anymore.
Not in the way it used to.
With each deception your lips inflict
I am hurled back into reality by the look in your eyes.
Words can lie
But riddled deep in the eye is the truth.
Within this look I can see your speech
Is curdled with myth.

Your words become a gargle.
Bubbling.
Frothing.
Foaming from your tainted lips.
I sense fear.
Again in the eye.
Lying sheltered by each other aspect of your entirety,
But here, in the eye,
It remains.
Clear.

Fear.
Regret.
Hurt.
Hatred.
Radiated from your steely pupils,
And still,
Contorted appologies escape your lips.

To see pain.
There.
Before me.
Ravishing.

Frenzied eyeballs.
Frantic.

And still,
For the last time,
You lie
"I'm sorry."

Reviews

[Monday Parker]

Wow I am very impressed by your writing, This one was just great! I love the last lines, It really sets the whole poem off. Ah there are so many great lines in this poem I would have to quote the whole thing to show my appreciation

[r]

i love it general smuts!!!!!! :-P

[Jenn Gold]

I like this one even better. "But riddled deep in the eye is the truth." I love this line. Good one, for sure.

[Jasmine Parker.]

You have a really unique style.
'Within this look I can see your speech
Is curdled with myth.'
I