Oldest story ever toldA Poem by MinorArtYou meet, you fall in something that is almost love and you find yourself staying awake at night trying to convince yourself that it is. But you're the other woman. And there's another woman.
Every time I know your hand entwines with hers
A gnawing ache around my chest seeps deeper in this vessel Like pestilence Compressed, distorted Fills it, with pervasive panic to the brim And I breathe the waters in for I choose to drown and not to swim Shot my sickly heart straight for your prickly, careless touch to miss Recoil of force I could not fathom piercing me with every kiss That you plant on strangers lips Eyes bleed salty sanguine grief for that promise of release Now torched Aflame In infernos of painful pleasantries - All that remain In the wake of rancid, adulterous relief Each time I've turned the other cheek Has twisted, wound up all my strings And I'm that broken ballerina on the brink On the brink of release But never to spin Oh but please Mind, head Do not impeach This heart that wrapped itself in thread Of poison, limerence, of lusting leech It knows it's done me wrong It knows In the phantom footsteps of a tragedy foretold It followed and it watched The unraveling of Sonorous prophecies from a story so old Supine in the face of the Sweetest lies Forged in nights Of music, liquor, smear-stained sheets Half eaten lipstick It broke patiently and it listened It knew then and still it knows Decadent, my heart knows It blinded itself with ephemeral vows Then bound me to rubbles of wistful prose Now, that I've nested the bitterest of woes To waste last vestiges of breath and soul Manic, writing of a name that's lost, of a love foregone © 2015 MinorArtReviews
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1 Review Added on June 8, 2015 Last Updated on June 10, 2015 Tags: Infidelity, love, lust, betrayal, other woman, another woman, heartbreak AuthorMinorArtUnited KingdomAboutI'll stay up all night, with Rock 'n Roll and blues, drinking to pretty words more..Writing
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