tweakin
Bluelighter
And I would tell them lies. I still hide from their deep – eerily perceptive gaze. How is it possible to be unforgiving? I have forgiven. How is it possible to forget? I have tried. Still kicking memories with the sole of my muddy shoe to the edge of my brain – and I have not forgotten. Do not touch my cheek, or lay in my bed. Like my brother I have built a shell – a lonely haven for one. She threw water in my face and I could not cry. With my heart to his chest I would creep slowly in and out of his dark room – and the demons lurked in the loveless shadows.
I will not confess my sins today – not in this tainted church. Cold inside my chest – my heart was frozen. I fell in love that year – and it was beautiful as I sank with quivering knees into my bed every night. The lapping river swaying my far and away dreams – the muddy bank was no longer her coffin. So I slept – begging my heavy head to let me forget her eyes – his terrified silence – our weariness.
Do not ask me to watch you cry – did you know I used to cry alone? Even when I was desperately searching your hollow eyes, you did not see me cry. Do not ask me to lean on you – do you remember when your shoulder was cold and uninviting? But I found my love drifting from room to room in search of a hungry heart. He kept me warm, melancholy – an impenetrable fortress I became. I did not love - choked up inside – I did not care. And further we drifted – confused and in pieces - weary and starving. Will you help me forget?
She smelt of worn leather and mint leaves soaked in tea -
I will not confess my sins today – not in this tainted church. Cold inside my chest – my heart was frozen. I fell in love that year – and it was beautiful as I sank with quivering knees into my bed every night. The lapping river swaying my far and away dreams – the muddy bank was no longer her coffin. So I slept – begging my heavy head to let me forget her eyes – his terrified silence – our weariness.
Do not ask me to watch you cry – did you know I used to cry alone? Even when I was desperately searching your hollow eyes, you did not see me cry. Do not ask me to lean on you – do you remember when your shoulder was cold and uninviting? But I found my love drifting from room to room in search of a hungry heart. He kept me warm, melancholy – an impenetrable fortress I became. I did not love - choked up inside – I did not care. And further we drifted – confused and in pieces - weary and starving. Will you help me forget?
She smelt of worn leather and mint leaves soaked in tea -
