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Thursday, January 08, 2009
Cold TurkeyYou are my drug;The more I have you, the more I want you.Until I find myself spiraling in an unbreakable downward descent into a passionate obsessional frenzy of violet thoughts.It's moments after I've had you when I feel on top of the world, capable of anything, capable of even forgetting you.Then the sweetness from the interaction peels away, and I am left naked, standing out at the mercy of the faceless crowd with my heart in my upturned palms, almost begging for your benevolence.My cupped hands wishing for some of your sweetness.Just to see a smileHear a laughFashion a shared moment burned into my cerebrum. You are the hydrogen in the air I breathe.Has abso-fucking-lutely nothing of any use to me,Yet without you everything is thrown out of synch.I can't function yet I know,Either I have your utter being; Your heart and soul.Me looming like your gilded goalerYou worshipping the words I whisper, Lingering amidst my every scent,Longing for my every touch.But you are too driven for this path of limited ambitionYou are too much of a stallion for me to tame.I can neither have your devotion nor your promises for your mind switches courses like the fickle winter wind.Or I quit you.Cold and hard.Cut you off like the failed puppet master releases her lifeless beaming husks of marionettes. I will fall;I will fall like the avalanches of Everest upon those who tried to assail herI will fall so swift and heavy like the hammer of Thor upon the untrueI will fall so deep and desperate that the minions of Poseidon will fail to catch meI will fall.Yet this seems to be the fairest thing to doOh for the sweetness of the earth to gape and swallow me whole.For the blitheness of a new life in a foreign land, nameless and renewed, Seeking out my destiny with another.For a taste of what's mine.I grow old. I grow weak. I shall grow numb.And when this day comes, I will be but a shell of me.
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