Thursday, April 18, 2013

poem #7: fisticuffs

you attacked my heart
bluntly and coldly 
with a lie from the past
presented to me in the form of
needing to know
you put some stank on it too
my senses were thoroughly
unable to breathe from the stench
and the unbearable clench
my heart was the shape of  YOUR fist
because you held it in your hand
and you just manhandled it
and discarded it 
as if it were just shit
had me...
...yes, you had me
but did you earn me?
i put the cart before the horse
the trust 
before the worthy
the do
before the i
and i...i...i cry
i want to scream as loud as 
my box will deliver
to ask how lillied is your liver
to sit in~dig~nance
when you're the perp and traitor
how do "i" end up holding the bag
however empty...
now i see nothing but
ex cues for you to ex-it
stage left
right into a former me and you
starring you and her
while my universe
i hope the ride in a warped time machine
is worth the sacrifice of the promise
of a classic future with me
i pray that you're released from here
AND fear
and given the dream you chase
so that maybe it was worth it
to lose, the love i gave you
and you don't need to remix
or reprise
another come on
to come home
to a heart that no longer fits
in your fist

© 2008 Kween Kiwi 


No Labels said...

I really dug all of the wordplay in this piece. ((hugs))

Reggie said...

I felt this Kween, it almost shook my laptop.

Thee_Kween said...

@No Labels~ Thanks BB...oldie and thankfully, not relevant to who I am today. lol

@Reggie~ lol @ shaking the laptop. no shaken laptop syndrome please.

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