Another gives me medicine
What I need to be with you
A supplement if you please
That satisfies the deficiency
You are leaving in me
Fantasies that keep me breathing…heavy
Instead of dying and turning cold
The complex pleasures of my mind
Twist and turn down to places I imagine
Places we never go anymore
Such things my heart can’t admit
My body can’t deny
I turn words into foreplay
A look becomes an experience I’ll never know
And my soul stays buried
But the love I have for you was raped
I try to deny and forget, but nothing works
The thoughts run me like an engine
Too fast to touch
Turning what we have left into a mockery
I’m trying to keep it clear in my heart and head
Trying to get back to the start
But separations are cloudy
When you’re both in my bed
One lying near and one in my thoughts
One a fool and the other in the dark
So sad are the reasons I am denied
Still, I hold the guilt in front of me
So I can never forget
And confuse one line for another
My road of regret
This is so good, honestly, Lorre, I FELT every word. Powerful.
Thanks for saying so. I promise not to charge you with sexually harrassing the words that you FELT.
LOL
Lorre, i can only echo JT’s comment. continue…
It’s not “only”. It’s a big compliment from you both. Thanks.
Lorre, you’re a great poet. Well chosen words, well written, and powerful. You are a far better poet than you think. “:)
Wow. What a great way to start off a weekend. Thanks so much for the kind words.
So Lorre…Thanks for the sub…but “Baying at the Moon” is my old NOW DEFUNCT site. ALL posts are always at Barking in the Dark. See u there? continue…
Thanks for the heads up. I don’t know how that happened.
Brilliantly sad Lorre!
I will take that. Thanks.
JT and Barking are spot on. I “felt” every word. Very emotional, sad and beautiful.
Thanks Michelle. I appreciate the comment.
That road is so familiar, I’ve been down it.
It’s a popular road.
I’m sure.
You described it perfectly.
Why is it people think the decision, especially the one-sided one, to split is all it takes to resolve the leftover (insert heart string word)? If it did, Samsonite would not have an emotional department.
Excellent poem.
Red.
Ignorance or wishful thinking I suppose.
Love the comment. Thanks.
This is one of my favourites so far, is there
Keep up the great work and
lol
no end to your talents as a writer and poet of
wickedness?
be good too or else?
Androgoth XXx
Thanks. Being too good means I can’t write stuff like this. AND……I had a feeling you might take a liking to this poem.