10/6/09
Poetry. I needed to get it out, and I'm not futzing with dA's lit requirements.
If anybody here knows about The-APH-Gang on dA, then you probably know what this is referencing. If you're on chat when Norway and Stalingrad are. Otherwise, just enjoy the emoness, ja?
I.
Good morning--
Good morning, darling.
Yes, of course I’m fine.
Can’t you see the
gleaming
smile
on my face?
Can’t you smell the
lilies
replacing the
Vodka
from that night?
Darling dearest--
Of course
I’m absolutely fine.
I’m certain.
I’m sure.
Really.
II.
No, baby--
Don’t look at the
broken
glass they call
Windows
on my face.
They lie.
Oh, do they lie.
They lie
like you did
when you said
you loved me.
Oh yes.
They lie, I promise.
III.
That’s right--
Turn away--
Don’t look at the
mess
I have become.
Don’t notice the
once
neatly pressed shirt is
rumpled and tearstained
from another
crisis without you.
Don’t notice
the missing clip from my hair--
Don’t notice the bangs in my eyes.
No baby-- don’t look this way again.
Because my eyes lie
more than anything else in me.
No matter how broken they are--
Ignore them.
They lie.
VI.
If this could be
The end of me
To create the beginning of you--
Then by all means,
Destroy me.
So you can see the truth.
So you can see…
what has become of me…
In this denial of You.
If anybody here knows about The-APH-Gang on dA, then you probably know what this is referencing. If you're on chat when Norway and Stalingrad are. Otherwise, just enjoy the emoness, ja?
I.
Good morning--
Good morning, darling.
Yes, of course I’m fine.
Can’t you see the
gleaming
smile
on my face?
Can’t you smell the
lilies
replacing the
Vodka
from that night?
Darling dearest--
Of course
I’m absolutely fine.
I’m certain.
I’m sure.
Really.
II.
No, baby--
Don’t look at the
broken
glass they call
Windows
on my face.
They lie.
Oh, do they lie.
They lie
like you did
when you said
you loved me.
Oh yes.
They lie, I promise.
III.
That’s right--
Turn away--
Don’t look at the
mess
I have become.
Don’t notice the
once
neatly pressed shirt is
rumpled and tearstained
from another
crisis without you.
Don’t notice
the missing clip from my hair--
Don’t notice the bangs in my eyes.
No baby-- don’t look this way again.
Because my eyes lie
more than anything else in me.
No matter how broken they are--
Ignore them.
They lie.
VI.
If this could be
The end of me
To create the beginning of you--
Then by all means,
Destroy me.
So you can see the truth.
So you can see…
what has become of me…
In this denial of You.