Dead Love -------------------------------------------
I lay sad on my pillow today
My toothpaste looks gray
My coffee smells like dirt
I turn the other way
I sit heavily on my chair
Run my fingers through my hair
I realized then you weren't there
The world drains of all it's color
In that split second black and white
I lost my appetite, your a parasite
My body has been taken over
Never will I be the same
Here we go, lets start the game
I'm ready for the pain
My heart has fallen by my feet
I'm suprised at how it beats
I can't take it anymore because you wont let me
I kick it across the room
It's still beating by the door
I slam it against the wall
I feel it beg for more
The light catches my eye
I reach for the knife
I dont think twice as I turn the vice
Everything that was colorless and dead
Now drenched in red
As I go to bed
with all the things left unsaid.
This is just how I felt when I lost my Muse. I am married and she is too, but I thought that we would be deep Platonic friends forever. The last poem that she inspired in me was called "The Girl And The Dragon," since that is always the way we thought about each other. If "Girl And The Dragon" isn't on this site yet, I will post it.
Your "super concrete," almost Painful imagery is what makes yr. poem work so, so well here. When I went to grad. school at UF/Gainesville, I had to break up w/ my Atlanta girlfriend-- you know, long distance relationships are almost Impossible. She brought everything to Gainesville that I had ever given her-- I was so upset that I left everything for weeks behind the door to my grad. student dorm room...
Submission Name: Dead Love
