![]() FissuresA Poem by John Stussy![]() Ignore this, 'tis merely the ranting and raving of a madman.![]()
Every day my heart does break
In knowing you're not mine. But with a word it heals back up Like a video tape on rewind. Oh, it'll be cracked, Covered in fine lines Where it fissured once again, Fresh fractures every day. Though I may cry out Against being so stuck, Not free but bound Unshakably to you, Still I ever remain yours. I am the wraith that you want but can't have, The future you wish you had, Forever unattainable. Though you wish to always have me All I can be is disposable, A little toy destined to be put aside. We're perfect poison, you and I, Volatile, ready for an explosion. We eat away at each other Like acid, like fire, Each feeding the other's desire. And without fail, every day, A fresh new fissure busts its way Through my ticker and leaving me broken. All that'll be left one day Is a pile of dust that busts at a touch, Rebuilding as always From your three words... Beautiful fissures cover my heart And shape it into something monstrous.
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5 Reviews Added on November 20, 2012 Last Updated on November 20, 2012 Author![]() John StussyAZAboutCook, writer, reader, musician. I don't bte, unless asked to or bitten first. My site's link is to some recordings of my poetry, and I might add some recordings of me playing my sax onto there too... more..Writing
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