Paradise Painful (part 6)
her morning is cozy with
contented lips smirking as
she stretches little limbs,
somewhere beneath baggy fleece.
frays of hair hang loose over
puffy eyes and she purrs to herself
before standing, and drunk stepping
to the kitchen, for coffee she'll
hold with both hands like a treasure.
her voice scratchy and small,
and warm cheeks still soft from sleep.
the sight of her loosens my back
as I rip my body away from heart,
she will keep it safe with her till I
return from breaking the day for us both.
Love
A contorted image appears in my mind, perhaps because of you. I can't really think straight in your presence anyway. I wouldn't be surprised.
Carefully, I hold the strange pictures in my thoughts, zooming in and out, trying to capture a meaning to it.
The silence is comfortable, warm even. It holds no trace of awkwardness, no trail of boredom. It provokes me, entrances me, encourages my thinking. It does not speak of the distance wedged between us at the moment, the small, insignificant little bit that I probably am imagining, as you don't seem to notice it at all.
And suddenly the distance between us is breached. By you. Smiling, I find words for my beautiful, contorted image. I think that you'd understand.
Humpty Dumpty sat on the wall,
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall,
All the kings horses and all the kings men,
Couldn't put Humpty back together again.
Who says you can piece your self back together?
If you brake, if you truly shatter you never could, never can.
In pieces on the floor, some in hatred, some in love, in loathing, happiness, fool. My self cracked, my emotions scattered, my life becoming nothing more than a hole.
I try to pick them all up, place them back in the puzzled called me, but some don't quite fit anymore.
I'm not the same, some parts must be shaved, and some left lost on the floor.