Backwards Books

Backwards books

Backwards books we read,

“Don’t spoil it”, what he said.

I lied and joked a character’s dead.

Cat scratched and nerdy

Take a minute,

See the shirts are dirty.

I’ll break down your door and shout your name.

Until you return, and things are the same.

Follow me until this world’s end,

It’s what we vowed, right?

Brother? Friend?

I crossed a line, ok, fine

A mind transformed,

A friendship malformed.

Tea in the kitchen,

Nights explosive and bitching.

Leave the dishes in the man’s shower,

Lose the girl who’s taken your power.

It dwindles with each passing hour.

I’ll lend you all my backwards books,

I promise that they’ll get you hooked.

Almost once a week we used to talk.

You’d dial a number and take a walk.

I’d answer the call and begin to speak.

I guess it was me being weak.

I wanted to be needed,

My advice to be heeded.

Yet I’m left here, alone and ever the same.

A sister with a new name,

Wishing for hope and fame,

From a nothing-world of hurt.

Seize it and mould it to my liking.

Both alone, both always hiking,

Until we are so apart,

The distance stabbing me like a metal-pointed dart.

Believe my apology,

Please, soul, accept my escapology.

Excuse the topography,

This haunting plain.

Consuming all my pain.

Deep in the earth,

Begging for rebirth.

Bones crack and click with age,

It’s like taken from a backwards book’s page.

Pannels are black and white,

Unlike our world.

See the colours, the endless greys,

Winding like an iridescent maze.

Forgive my mind’s haze

And my empty gaze.

It left me in a daze.

This twilight life

Full of midnight strife.

Bitterness and agony,

Cursed and burning destiny.

Was it worthless?

Take a minute.

Think for a bit.

Do you miss the laughter?

Two hearts touching.

Unrelated, but combined.

No blood but souls join together.

It was to be a stereotypical forever.

A golden cliché in a harsh reality.

A twisted age of brutality.

Soulless hyper-normality.

What is real?

I can’t see it for the darkness.

Turn the light on and at least try to see.

Squint through the fake sun

In my own eyes, we’ll always be one.