Because I'm on a roll and I just need to write atm.
Poem under the cut (I hate to keep clogging up your friends pages. :]
Sometimes, I kid myself into thinking this is ok.
Everybody gets angry, furious – that dizzying rush of blood
To the head and hands.
We go three days without a word to each other.
I actually enjoy it, though I’d never tell you.
We never talk about the swing and where it always lands.
I don’t know what you expect from me after all these years.
I’m only human. This is what humans do – it’s justified
And it’s ok. Nobody else knows.
Sometimes, I kid myself into thinking I feel guilty;
Watching you apply that foundation thickly around your eye.
So I give you a rose.
I carelessly leave the thorn intact and watch you wince,
But you don’t let it go. Devotion. It stays in your palm as you whisper to me,
You barely flinch as I wipe the hair away from your face
And close that tense distance between us.
Everybody gets that dizzy rush–
I feel my head whip back from the force of the blow.
The warmth glittering down my chin spurs you on.
I go down under your right hook.
Sometimes, I kid myself into thinking I don’t deserve this.
As the heavy shadow in your hand comes crashing down – drawing closer,
I can see the rose under your foot.