Enough

It is something neither of us want;

the twist in your mouth says it all however.

I soon came to realise that was

your trademark signal; a forewarning to

what was to follow.

 

Was this all predetermined

an absolute path of actions that

were imperative for us to continue in our lives?

A lesson we just could not avoid learning?

 

I only began to breathe, yet it was not

a sigh of relief, nor a sigh of

deep uptight despair, it was

nothing.

 

Yet I felt every pore aching in the skin,

every muscle involuntarily twitching.

An unspoken act.

I responded to the same degree,

without any reason to.

Yet your reasoning was not clear either

until much later on.

 

It was so seamless, like a well-rehearsed dance.

The uncontrollable breathing

shallow

desperate

yet hindering.

 

One look to the eye and self-control

becomes virtually absurd.

What do you do to me?

Look what I have become;

a quivering

desiring

fucked up

mess.

 

I have never wanted something

to happen so much like this,

that is so obviously going to happen,

yet at the same time seems so

morally unattainable.

It is something we both deeply crave.

 

I constantly live in the hope that

you will initiate.

I am sometimes lucky.

 

The rush of exhilaration is better

than any synthetic drug could propagate,

when you smile with that devious smile;

the one that wrecks everything,

the one that often ensues a night

of extremely

messed up

guilty

f*****g.

 

The way you work is ineffable;

the entire scene.

To me, it is untainted.

 

Our scents combined,

grabbing,

pushing and

pulling until it is all an assertive,

dominant tangle.

 

We have lost control again,

I have misbehaved.

The pain, the sheer pain

you force me to endure is ecstasy.

You always know exactly what to do and so do I.

 

It kills both of us slowly every time

we are in each other’s’ presence.

 

We temporarily halt what

we are engaged in, and stare.

Are you asking yourself the

same questions that are wrapped in a layer of doubt?

Or are we merely teasing each other

with what we know will happen

if we carry on this way?

The lying,

sneaking

mindlessness.

 

But, something deep within stirs,

unsettled,

wanting more.

The two intentions do not match,

it was like a train derailment;

something you do not see coming despite any “signs”.

 

Alas, in the end, I got hurt.

 

Reviews

[Little Birdie]

Gah, this is so perfect, like a little rant, and your use of words is flowing and impeccable. Going to favourites.

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[Crow]

A beautifully wondrous piece of poetic tapestry. Seems like the twilight time in a relationship of highs and lows.

[Demi Rose]

omg u have to be one smart cookie to write this. lol it reads just like one of those mystery novels. i hope u do win. this has talent written all over it!

[Kyle]

This is excellent! I like your writing style.