Clemency

Is it really redemption if it comes so easy?
What cost is paid in tears that no one sees?
You handle me like sad broken happiness.
Planting the dead bits of me like seeds.
A flawed parlour trick turning on sympathy.
Coated in words that stick like regret.
You try to scrub this soul clean, sucking out the darkness.
Breaking yourself, to let in the light.

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Stalling

A rusted heart, worn by tears.
Breaking down, in a broken town.
This heartbreak city of shattered dreams.
The water got into the fuel.
The hate got into the love.
Churned and exhausted all.
How long were we running on empty?
As the metal flayed and tore into our flesh.
Juttering to a stop, a stalling of hearts.
Roll down the windows of our eyes, and see where we have ended up.
A place I hate to be, detoured and gotten lost.
The wheels are coming to a stop.
Stalling, and likely to forever remain.
Or to corrode in your acid rain.

Pieces

Pieces float in the blood.
A crimson river, drawing up to space.
Flowers smashed into oblivion.
Only to remain. As particles of dust.
Floating inside you.
Dusting your eyelids and tainting your tongue.
Lilies and lilacs lifting into a dream.
Lifting in the pulse and throb of the heart.
Blooming in particles while they orbit your organ.
That heaves and struggles to understand.
The demise of such beauty.

Professional forgetter

Wiped clean, like a smear on a window.
The fuzzy snow descended, hastening a lie.
Trying to forget me.
A twist and turn of those events, chalked up now in time.
Lay me down.
Wipe me out.
Hurrying the thoughts of the forgetful, the anger of the deceitful.
What deception is there? What transparency was muddied?
You stick your dirty finger into the crystal stream of us and shake.
Shaking it like a teacher to a child.
Colour inside. Stay out of the rain.
That wasn’t what I mean.
You stick to the treacled words and fly paper underneath.
Swatting the truths that appear like clouds.
Whispering such revelation.
Threatening to collapse it all undone.
Erase this now, box up those moments we shared.
The heart you held within those dirty hands.
Forget the unforgettable.