Rules

There were rules

You would know

Did you slip them into my soup when I wasn’t looking?

Do I drink to die?

Then into the jacket pocket of your last lover

Told him to keep it

Like a secret

But then a secret’s needs are more than a few kisses

More than a whiff of cheap perfume and the breath of a woman on his neck, right?

 

Did he know what you meant when you said that you were a f**k-up,

Then took all you could?

His heart and his hoodie

In your pocket

And I can’t let my doubts out

Hypocrite or learning from mistakes

Just let them strain and tear and fight and then decay in my mind

Along with a plastic toy phone you said was mine

Then threw past the barbed wire and torn wool onto a greener grass

A pool of tar in my stomach and suddenly it’s over.

 

No matter,

I didn’t even like it.

Reviews

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. vivid and brutally beautiful poetry ... reminds me of someone's secrets ... the closing is beyond brilliant ... it is spectacular ... i sense enlightenment in it ... in my own journey, i reached that place too ... where i learnt about my own aesthetic sense and how to preserve it ...

[just is]

oh wow I know this.
This is so truthful and to the point.
Love it