Dead To You -------------------------------------------
I'd never needed anything so meaningless
until your desperate motives overpowered mine
the way they always will.
So I stayed and made a home out of emptiness
because dedication only lets us combine
the way you want us to.
But I am dead to you
and you are life to me,
shoving needles through my spine.
I know so much better than to worship the past,
watching you wrap your mouth around my hips again
the way you always will.
And I know these moments are too perfect to last
because selfish fingertips still open my vein
the way you want them to.
But I am dead to you
and you are haunting me,
licking the blood from my lips.
Maybe I cut too deeply this time, distorting
the flesh you possess so violently every night
the way you always will.
But since I'm infected, you can keep contorting
beauty into a plague when no one else will bite
the way you want them to.
If you ever found a way to stop feeding yourself quick fixes with temporary gratification your poetry would either cease or take a dramatic shift.
I hope that someday I will get to meet you fully alive. It's strange to be on the outside looking in... but from this view I can see all your potential trapped inside a vase that you casually hand away to those who would rather break you than mend you.
I know I've spoken boldly, but I wouldn't have it any other way.
Your two "But I am dead to you..." perfect refrains with the twist. And the last lines with the "the way you want them to..." Excellent tie-ins.
Your wording - damn! You so have a grasp on this.
"But since I'm infected, you can keep contorting
beauty into a plague when no one else will bite."
F&#K*n^ AWESOME!
Nikkki, you may find the subject yuck - but the inspiration you pull from it is never ceasing in excellence.
Submission Name: Dead To You
