This life

[up all night]

This life
Seems to have become a series of fights and fucks
And specks of love
That we scramble to grab a hold of,
Struggle to build a life from.
You stumble in two hours late
Reeking of bourbon and cigarettes
And collapse beside me.
Your arm snaking its way around my waist
As you draw me in so close
That I can smell your lingering aftershave.
But its so faint beneath the wordly scents
And so it leads me to wonder
Is that all I have to hope for now?
The vague taste of you
Behind the solid reality of living
I need more then that.
I thought I could feed from possible promises
From unspoken hopes and a definate maybe
But I was wrong.
This moment-to-moment living is taking its toll.
I was duped by love's falsetto voice
So carried away in rhythm and melody
That I forgot to check the silences for lies.
But now I've listened
And although I'm too weak to tell you yet
This life
Is about to be turned upside down.

 

[someone]

wow that was really good... Im almost at a loss of words. thank you very much for sharing, and if this is something your going through at the moment... i hope you hang in there and that everything is alright. If you ever need anyone to talk to ... Im here for you

 

[Dagny]

That was just insanely wonderful, sweetie. Why do moments of realization always carry so much baggage with them? You feel free for having caught the truth finally, but no matter what there is that pain of letting go that must go along with it. You've captured the duality of it perfectly, thank you so much for writing this!

 

[plazma]

"Through the pain I see things as they are" - The Offspring.
Lovely work. Emotional pain often makes for really productive poetry/writing, just being able to expell the pain onto paper makes the pain a little less.
*hugs*
-plaz out-

 

[Angelight]

wow wow wow.
insanely good!