a stray piece of trash from gods garbage can

a stray piece of trash from gods garbage can

A Poem by Jay Bailey

No one talks about forever
In reference to the damage done
It's always about love
Or beautiful fantasies
Never about the things we've done
To each other
But that's the only forever that really exists
The damage done is permanent
You might dull the ache over time
You might brush it off as "it was a long time ago"
But it will never go away
The scars remain no matter how much they fade
On sensitive days
When you want to hurt yourself
You'll remember the incident
Your scars will itch
And the bitter memory will surface
Of the way two people tried to destroy each other
Two people who swore that they loved each other
It makes you realize the truth about love
That it's only a biological construct
A chemical reaction to induce procreation
Your own biology cheating you
Into believing that anything is a choice
And free will is real

No one forgives in ways that matter
It's just something they tell other people
So they sound stronger
People confuse their emotions
And the way their bodies react
They cannot separate themselves
From their feelings
And someone always gets destroyed

The damage eventually shows up
In the wrinkles in your face
In every grey hair that forces it's way through
In every involuntary twitch in the corners of your mouth
The pain gets duller
Like a bad knee that you've always just dealt with
But it's not gone. It's very much there
Constant reminders and broken dreams
This reality is such a joke
That becoming untethered from it
Seems like the best option
So when it's your time to go
Go out with a bang
And leave them devastated
Cause they sure wanted to be the ones doing the devastating
All of them do
Whether they admit it or not

© 2016 Jay Bailey


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-- i had these thoughts when i mistook highly skilled and deceptive subliminal manipulation for love... but i couldn't describe them as brilliantly as you do... -- you have a gift for writing extremely vivid images...

Posted 8 Years Ago


. serah .

8 Years Ago

-- your reply didn't get posted on this page but i can read this much on my homepage...

read more
Jay Bailey

8 Years Ago

yea, this thing is screwing up.
. serah .

8 Years Ago

-- i know... it's a bug... -- i've mailed you my reply...

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Added on June 8, 2016
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Jay Bailey
Jay Bailey

Syracuse, NY



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i tend to be a loner, distracted in crowds. cursed with being tall while feeling small in my head and wanting to be able to hide but i stand out too much. active musician, horrible misanthrope, quiet .. more..

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