I have learnt to stop looking into your eyes,
to stop seeing the torture prisons and cobwebs.
Being an empath does not mean I can pretend to care,
just that I have to leave to stop choking on your pain.
So staple your wrists to mine and feel the burning rush
of being connected to the source of anguish again,
stop running from yourself please, my feet are numb now
and the prickly earth seems to cut so deep.
So this is what it's like to run in a field of crushed dreams?
Let me fight the demons in your eyes one last time
before we let go again, it'll be like old times
when we could polish knives with tears
and smile like we just met.
"staple your wrists to mine and feel the burning rush"
"when we could polish knives with tears/ and smile just like we met"
wow again....shawn, really good lines...
i like the movement in this...the emotional attachment that shows even though we are so wrong for each other...and that she would bring the speaker down if he stays with her...he is willing one more time to take that fatal ride with her...
my only bug in the poem is "shards" but that is me...i am just tired of that word in poems..almost like it is an afterthought..and it stands out to me like when poets use "in my mind's eye"
just feels cliché...
but aside from that one glitch for me..i really think this piece is perfect in its language..and i really felt the ride...
nice work--you drew me in.