Saturday, May 15, 2010

stolen pieces

you stole from me...

there are some things you 
there are some things you don't touch

when something is fragile,
held together barely...
only the gentlest of handlers
should dare hold it in their palms...
something so easy to break
even with the simplest breath...
i was taught
that if you couldn't replace it
or put toward a new one
you shouldn't even look in it's direction
to touch,
play with,
or treat with devil-may-care...
was equivalent to thievery...
that thing,
so glass-like and flimsy
was most likely
the most precious possession of the owner
and an oops or
"didn't mean it"
could bring a heart to pause
and cause irreparable damage
stealing that beloved thing
having nothing to put in it's place

you stole my heart...
you broke it...
without blinking
you threw it around
like it was made from the toughest
of materials
yet, knowing...
it couldn't withstand
even a hard kiss
you took from me...
time i could've spent with a more deliberate suitor...
you stole,
hope i poured into a belief of us
hope i tucked under your pillow
to fuel your dreams
while you left mine unattended...
you pillaged my soul
violating trusts and guards
lulling me with charming smiles
of deceptive promise
cutting me down
leaving me unconscious in a poppy field of delusion
you snatched
the life out of me
the life we were planning
the child we conceived in our hearts
the moments with each other's moms
the exchange of breath
and body
the joyous scenes abroad
awaiting us in a future that took
approximately 880 days to make

you dismembered the entity of love
animated by our commonalities
and the "dust" of us...
that which fit nowhere in particular
you know...
that part of a thing
that once broken
has disintegrated
and cannot be glued
the  part that leaves fissures in a mended piece
the "filler" to speak
you swept that away
with the bristle of indifference
while whistling a tune
inspired by oblivion
you sauntered away...
leaving pieces of me
left in ruins
you stole from me...
you stole from me,
the right to be whole
and you didn't even ask...
"are you okay?"
you skipped to the beat
of another drummer
wiping the dust of me
off your soles
and took with you
the twisted glee
of me
in fragments...over you
you thief, you...


25champ said...

Doesn't it make u feel violated. Worse feeling. Good Read~

Da_Kween said...

Yes, it does. Thank you...

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