Destiny's SecondA Poem by TristanA motion picture is what our lives were like; a B-grade movie with the frames brushing by, but never really touching on us [like an on-screen lie]. The plot didn't thicken but ran right through like cake-mix that was far too watery to really develop into anything [something i used the director for]. But there was always the illusion that I could fall back on. Imagine all the off-screen kisses we could of had, and we both knew the fans would speculate, [perhaps they would have a snowball effect? kisses to bed?] though I didn't make it a habit to read the [trash] myself; I liked to use my mind and my own fingers. But when I found out of your death [cardiac arrest] -- [i soon went off the rails, dived off the deep-end, let go of it all] I couldn't pretend anymore, not to myself. It wasn't something I could throw in as a character death from our little plays [though all the times i had fantasized about you destroying me mentally and physically]. In truth I barely knew you at all, just your eyes in the dark [and im sure in one scene i ... let you hurt me all the more; overlapping sensations and urges - no reality] my fingers going over your lips, nails scraping against your bare chest. But you were mine; hadtobe. For all the days after [and the ones before the funeral that i wasnt around to go to] I would debate on throwing myself in front of a train [and hanging myself and taking those pills that were in the back of my cupboard and soaking my raw wrists in warm water] but would stop and know I would not be there to see what was after. I knew I would get no razzle-dazzle funeral like you. And then... [and then] another thought crossed my mind: I was alive - A point of conversation itself, and you were not. [you were always first-picked, top-dog] I had won. ... I was alive. I could dance on your grave forever, [if i just knew where it was...] and yet, perhaps the irony is - you had still won. We all die sometime. Some people just get there sooner. In all respects. I think I was always destined to be second.
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Added on December 6, 2011Last Updated on December 6, 2011 AuthorTristanUnited KingdomAboutI have one work-in-progress e-book published on smashwords.com called A Touch of Oscar, Wild. I entered this year's NaNoWriMo for the first time, and I'm a first-time winner. more..Writing
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