Unconscious / Her

She said I should meet her at 5 AM by the rugged graveyard.

I know she wouldn’t beg for forgiveness,

Apologies never got her far.

I’ve tried compromising one too many times,

And as devil is my witness –

Her face is a vivid red light,

It’s screaming “survival of the fittest”.

I know I shouldn’t have crossed that line,

Shouldn’t have sworn on my life.

But her caramel locks sprinkled on my chest erased it all –

The wicked brawls and the insults,

Her shaky voice after robbing another mall

As she phoned me to consult

Or to get out of another fight she started.

Her face looked grim but jokes still tasted lighthearted.

Her lips reeked of whiskey

But it was always her smile that got me drunk.

I faded into droplets for her until everything was misty,

Until she shot silver arrows with her tongue,

Swearing she would never miss me…

And then I wake up with her warm palm on my forehead,

Five years have flown by but it’s still the same smile,

Too damn gorgeous, a hothead turned horrid.

Yet, she would still drive miles to save my life.

Hence, pardon me if my thoughts run all florid.

She’s anything but rife.

-JW