The Ache

An anti poem to an old poem I wrote.

I see and feel you in my dreams

Where my heart is broke and bleeds

Torn like clothing at the seams

All of this seems obscene

As I glance between deep brown eyes

Once blue and green

And in my dreams I care for you

In the same way I always do

Still trying to be born anew

Imbibed and imbued

My message is spewed

I am your secession, your lesson

And regression you fool

Amazed and confused

Beat and abused

Spitting my lies and misconceptions

For all of you, on the morning news

Despised in disuse

A life-threatening recluse

I am what I am

But you saw thru, didn’t you?

When dusk dissolves

And lust evolves

I wait for you

 

And when I wake

I ache for you

 

Beside being inscribed

To thrive upon life

I twist in and turn ‘round

Like I’d stab with a knife

I’m not judging who’s right

Just showing whose wrong

So I set my songs to dawn on top of you

Like a nuclear bomb

Enveloped and strong

My rhymes slash faces and dig ditches

My superman style

I walk away with no stitches

You breed sickness

From my skin to my soul

My strength recedes

My eyes dampen

My heart grows holes

My soul goes cold

Which I believe is true

And when light’s involved

Darkness falls

And I wait for you

 

And when I wake
I ache for you

 

I do not dream of better days

I dream of true love

And wake up dazed

I said I’m amazed

So now I’ll recant

I’m furious, frustrated

Taking a stance

I do not want to dream of you

And the false thoughts you portray

I want you out of my head

And not in my dreams everyday

I left you behind

Physically and emotionally by choice

It pained me

But now see, I’m done with your voice

No more memories

Don’t say you love me

Just stay where you’re at

You loved me once

And killed me twice

Let’s leave it at that

Author's Note

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