Tag: Fading Breakup Notes

Tongues

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I see neon crosses behind your pupils,

Dilated, shining in evil spasms.

It’s brutal –

How you dig wounds in me, huge like chasms.

But I collapse only for a moment,

Waiting for a fair trial,

A rightful atonement

That takes away your bile,

Your bitter exile.

Sit with me under the oak tree just for a while.

And forget what I said when we broke into two –

That I always dream

About hunting you

Like an animal, like a losing slot machine…

Each time you get away

But you’ve never been the best of prey.

Your grace burns holes in my lungs

As you freeze me with a stare,

Electrocute me with your seven tongues.

Go ahead and fill me with the venom,

I’ll survive.

The night is still young.

-JW

Your Apartment

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Bright orange sun’s setting over your empty building,

The windows carry your refection, pale yet gilded.

The apartment’s wrapped in your evaporating scent.

It’s fading into nothingness, stealing away the rent.

You’re gone but the misery is running on empty.

I’m just wishing someone would volunteer to help me

And bring back what’s left of you in this wasteland –

But tragedy only kills those who face it first-hand.

I miss you while the sun plays with your coffee cups.

Your neighbors don’t know, I hear their laughter erupt.

From your living room window I see the place we met,

Now it feels like a long-abandoned movie set.

I get on my knees and let the light burn me dry,

Praying to anyone who would listen for one last high.

Yet, the radio silence is unforgiving, as always,

And I know I’ll move on from these never-ending dog days.

Still, the orange sun haunts me through lonely evenings,

It fades your reflection and calls it grieving.

Looks are deceiving.

I need you to stay just to keep breathing.

-JW

Not In The Cards

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The oblivion in the corner of my brain seems to grow.

It nags my senses, threatening a row,

Calling my peace a riot –

Despite my soul staying deadly quiet.

So why is it growing, who’s feeding its rhetoric?

These thoughts are so vehement,

They launch at me with grave disgust,

Dusting off all the pain I’ve never discussed.

In the centre of it – there’s you,

Replaced with coordinates and clues.

And I know I must resist this,

Your words are too malicious.

But the oblivion surrounds us

With discomfort and chaos

Until the terror grows larger than we could ever dream.

It shoots back at the universe, beam after beam,

And we’re frozen,

Almost like we’re chosen…

I let the chips fall where they may.

There’s comfort in masterless fate.

I pick up the shards,

I cut you out, pretending it isn’t hard

To admit that we were never in the cards

As my soul watches like a prison guard.

But the oblivion in the corner of my brain seems to go.

It takes your face and all the pain I’ve ever known.

Not for long, no,

I’ll see you next weekend to repeat this show.

-JW

Bankrupt

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You arrived like a storm and left with the first Foehns,

Blonde hair and bruised collarbones,

Green dripping down your unreachable phone.

The dial tone says it all,

She’ll never come home.

Sweating champagne, grasping at cigarette smoke.

You swore there’s no difference between broken and broke

While sipping Coke until the city air choked

As you danced alone

To Killing Joke.

And they loved you while I swallowed the tears.

No one worries because no one hears –

But your lips shoot to kill once the midnight nears.

Yet – all they see is your costume

With its bunny ears.

You’re always running your tongue, it’s a wicked race.

Survival of those without shame and grace.

You thought your stature put me in my place.

But you’re heavy like a statue,

You can’t keep up the pace.

And I might’ve escaped but I’m still calling.

You never pick up but each day it’s less appalling.

So tonight I’m withdrawing,

Falling behind,

Letting you to go all in

And live on nothing but your bankrupt mind.

-JW

The Well

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There’s this unspoken fear in the obvious

That’s devotedly snaking around the both of us.

Our wrists are leaking poison into the well

But I won’t say it if you won’t tell.

They’re drinking it up, they’re cheering out loud.

The biggest liar is the face of a crowd.

Our lids are dripping neon into the well

But I won’t say it if you won’t tell.

We’re drifting apart, firing bullets with our tongues,

Wounded to death but the night is still young.

Our heads are spilling gasoline into the well,

But I won’t explode if you won’t yell.

-JW