Spotless

A Poem by Davidgeo

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You can't feel the feelings you remember the words for, the autographed scars are all gone under the skin.

A spotless surface; this is a way to present yourself to the rest of us without having to explain to us the feel of the feelings you only have the words for.... in case someone may find that you're a fraud (you will always miss my face).

Divine and blind how I love the taste of spotless mind, it's god damn delicious.

Even though you've taken me to hell and back, I still Iove it, you're damned and delicious.

I know your taste well; how you lie like you always do.

It tastes the same every damn time.

And how many more damn times?

To hell and back? At least one more damned time.

I'll know it well again like each and every other time.

I pay attention you know? It's how I know I'll see you again sometime.

You'll have me cut my initials into you again,

It's how we need you to remember me at those times.

That time like the last one.... but god damn for the life of me

I still can't f*****g figure it out......

Where in the s**t have you been putting all these scars?

Who is your surgeon? How do you forget?

I'd like to laugh with you again. I'd like to forget.

© 2016 Davidgeo

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TL Boehm

Fine, I'll attempt a review. I"m probably out of my league or my mind. This to me is one of the best "toxic relationship" writes I've read. So many humans like a bloodbath. A relationship saturated with torment. We slow down to stare at accidents - we feed on the pain of others. We're drawn to it. Maybe because we're sick or maybe because it makes our own little oatmeal lives seem a little better.
I'm 50. I'm not a blank canvas. There are scars and lines - not sure if there really is such a thing as a spotless mind. There are frauds though.