Never Alone - Forever Lonely
The twins, they never seem to agree.
Two sides of the same coin, living like that ain't easy.
Her eyes rolled back,
washing down those pills with 80 proof.
"Jaime, stop."
She's not listening.
Not like she ever does...
"Don't pretend like it's me you care about."
Words like bullets, per usual.
But what hurt more?
Those words?
Or the truth in them?
It's not lying, just [cleverly] leaving out the details.
Everything I say is broken English
and everything you say sounds like you took time
to think ahead before you spoke
like you've studied the art
I bet you think that you're clever
Or at the very least bet that I do.
There's a stubborn pride in the air tonight
And nobody is backing down.
Because it's easier to simplify
Talk it down.
It's not something,
I'm not anything.
But I can't bring myself to say the same about you.
There's more on my mind, but I can't.
Anyway..
You'd probably rather I not.
The world owe's you not a single thing.
You're not anyone's responsibility but your own.
It's part of growing up, I think.
That moment you realize it's not someone else's job to take care of you.
Nobody has to love you.
Nobody has to appreciate you.
Nobody has to care for you.
Accepting that is hard, and nearly impossible for most.
But treating others as if they owe you something, in the end - is a hell of a lot harder.
Treat everything as a gift, if not a fucking miracle.
Each smile, each lovely word or considerate gesture.
The world owe's you nothing.
Be grateful.
God's a slacker, just like me.
Taking a long drag, he scratched his bristly chin,
and I knew what was coming next.
As he sat and let the smoke mingle in his lungs,
his eyes were far off
like they were staring beyond the stars
we could barely see in the city's night sky.
"You know... God only spent six days on this.."
Letting the smoke slip from his lips, he shook his head.
"Six days. To create an entire universe,
even less time he spent on us,"
Letting out a sigh, he leaned back against the car,
his shoulder slightly touching mine.
"No wonder why we're such shit."
I couldn't help but grin,
hiding it by bringing my hands to my mouth
heating them with my warm breath.
"What a slacker." I added,
keeping my eyes off of his and up at the sky as well
thinking that maybe I'll see what he's looking for.
Suddenly, he spun on his feet, pointing his finger at me
as if I had just stolen the words from his tongue.
"Exactly! God, is a fucking slacker.
Just like you, and just like me.
He didn't even get a full week of work in,
took a day off on the seventh day and said...
Fuck it!"
It felt like I was watching him catch fire,
flicker and burn brighter by the passing second.
My eyes were fixated.
"God is no Holy King,
He's a slacker, a quitter,
a failure if nothing else, I mean really!
Think about it!"
All the while, he spoke with a smile.
Like he had discovered something phenomenal.
"He's no better than me. Hell, what makes him any different?"
I spoke quietly, even though his question was likely rhetorical.
"You're real."
As quickly as I spoke, he came toward me,
slapping his hand on the car beside my shoulder.
"You sure 'bout that?"
I wasn't.
It's not often I find something I've written from the past, and not delete it.
I held her in my arms, and within moments I knew exactly what was happening. Not because of the expressions on her face, no - those were hidden against my shoulder and neck. It started with the little tremors that came from her chest, those little spasms that were impossible to control. The inconsistencies in her breath became more apparent as time went on and I knew she was trying to hold her breath the best she could to not give it away.
But as my arms wrapped tighter around her back, pressing her body into mine as if to absorb her and somehow take away the sadness that was consuming her that night - that was when the dam broke. No longer was she holding her breath, her gasps erratically dispersed between heart wrenching sobs.
The scent of her soft hair pressing against my cheek took me in as I could feel my shoulder moisten with her tears. What could have caused this? In that moment all I could think of was how I never wanted this to happen again. She should never cry, no - not like this. I had never seen this from her before, and it was scary. Not because I was shocked, but because I had no clue what to do.
"I want you so much, but I hate your guts."
Suddenly - without warning, a silence has fallen between us. Eyes lock, unable to get a single word out – but it’s clear both of us want to say a thousand.
Your eyes are decieving you, unable to hide a thing.
That stare of yours, that powerful stare that weakens me with every passing second. Have I forgotten to breathe? The only sound I can hear is my heartbeat pounding faster, it’s vibrations shaking every inch of my body. I can’t say anything, in this moment I am terrified.
But the silence breaks in one sudden motion – the clashing of two bodies unable to hold back anymore. In the back of my mind I know you'll regret this and maybe I will too.
Unfortunately, I’ve already jumped and there is no turning back once your feet leave the window pane.
By now, I’m unable to distinguish if the air in my lungs is mine anymore...
A name – your name, escapes my lips in a faint whisper, calling out for your mercy because I feel like I’m going to burst. Something goes off inside you when it hits your ears, your eyes once again falling on mine.
What have I done?
Mixing Metaphors, Vodka, Ice and Over the Counter Pain Killers.
It's like pulling teeth,
that shatter and throb in my gums.
Once you've yanked one out
I can't stop bleeding,
and as every word spills relentlessly
staining the illusion we've created..
in that moment...
I wonder if it was worth it.
Or if I was even worthy to speak.
If just maybe, just maybe
I could have put up with the ache.
I'll tell you my pain tolerance is high,
and I've got bite marks and history books to prove that fact.
Restarting a router or coping skills;
Deep breath.
Close your eyes, hold it down.
Count back from ten.
Temporarily disconnect,
three...
two...
one...
A close save.
Tread lightly.
Sweet nightmares; he said.
When the curtains drop
and she collapses in bed.
In silence, she listens
to the ringing left in her head.
And she's trying to breathe,
before her heart just gives out.
"The devil, he was here."
She whispered, beyond any doubt.
This weight on her bones,
a phantom of that nights dream?
As her eyes begin to close,
she hums to the rain,
singing herself to sleep,
the feelings she cannot contain.
The story of a demon, who cursed her every night;
"He kissed my lips,
ran his tongue down my neck,
sunk his teeth into my skin,
and ate my heart from my chest."
Into darkness she fades,
the night still burning on her tongue.
"Forgive me Father, for I have sinned."
The bulky wooden door groaned as it opened, the echo bouncing off the empty pews. A horned shadow stretched across the aisle, as weary feet stepped slowly inside. A weight looked to hang on her shoulders, as she ignored the searing pain beginning to tear away at her surface. Steam rose up at the points of her skin that began to burn, the amulet protecting only her heart below where it hung.
When she couldn't walk any more she collapsed to her knees, moving a trembling hand to grasp tightly the very token that embodied everything; power, life, love. With one sharp tug it broke from her neck and was tossed along the floor. The sudden clash of sound bounced off the painted windows and pointed ceiling.
Finally, she raised her bloodshot eyes to face the cross of gold hanging before her.
There was so much she wanted to say in that moment. Her last confessions, her last words. But words could never do her heart justice... so instead...
she simply closed her eyes...
and pictured paradise...
As flames consumed her,
leaving only ash.
Self worth measured in metaphors.
As the food in my fridge goes rotten and untouched, I'll do the same. I'll stay here bound to the confines of this bed frame as my own frame breaks down. Breaks under the weight of all these thoughts, all these memories lost.
It's become dark, so dark I forgot my eyes were even open. Not enough exposure, not enough exposure, not enough light. Just like the picture I took of the skyline that winter night I could hear the ice breaking. I could feel myself breaking. Trembling in the cold on that fragile surface that in that moment I wanted to break. Break the silence. Swallow me whole and eclipse my dark with the faintest of light. The moon making just enough light to separate the tree tops from the sky. The same sky where we would be so lucky to catch a foggy glimpse of the stars above. If we were so lucky.
But I've never been more than a curse. A plague on the mind and body, one cannot seem to see. The only person who's always known is me. Because a history book of destruction became my biography. And this trend of repeating events could no longer be considered a coincidence. Not in good conscience can I ignore the cosmic signs that maybe, just maybe this is my place.
This is where I belong.
Alone, a disgrace.