too close for comfort.
I initially wrote this poem just for me, as it's about something way too close to my heart. But then I realised that posting it here may provide some sort of relief from the negative feelings in me about this particular subject. It's worth a shot, right? I'll think of this as free therapy...
My Once Hero
by Genevieve Magee
you words to me
will never be like
water off a duck's back.
i will not, for a second,
be able to close my heart
to the constant barrage of blows
passing through your cruelest of lips.
tears will not be dammed
but freely flow
down cheeks and chins and chest
to splash on stone,
or soak through pillowslips.
my mask, this pretense and facade
will crumble with the slightest tremor of emotion
leaving no place to hide,
or time to recover.
but for some unfathomable reason,
although you cannot help but be aware
of this constant destruction,
you will not ease up.
will not allow me a single breath,
or a taste of freedom,
or even the tiniest grain of love.
Ummm. So that may seem pretty broad spectrum out of context, but I think if the person who I wrote it about read it, he would know it was for him.
Why am I still at uni? My last class finished roughly half an hour ago.
Time to head off, I think...
Peace
xoxo