“Couldn’t be more obvious”
She scribbled on a note
previously used for something better.
Everybody knows
and it’s all or nothing now
so head first is the way to go.
Apparently, though,
the way to go is too shallow,
at least before high tide
on a clear, uncluttered afternoon.
“Subtlety’s for suckers”
She thought
And who’da thunk a shy kid like she
would be so explicit?
Is it a phase?
Those teen-age drama days
when the sun’s rays
made her shade her eyes but
set her spectral hair ablaze?
“Exactly what was it I was saying again?”
She said in her head
as she drug the pen.
The words that twist round my tongue and then
bend, transcend your average blend
of syllables and rhyme. and I’m
not certain where I’m going with any of this
but I’m pretty sure I’ll get there
and obviously
you just couldn’t care
I’m sorry, you’ve mistaken me
for somebody else
I’m sorry, fabrications
only hinder what I’ve felt
Did you really think that lies
would get your way?
Did you really think it
would get you what you wanted?
Well I guess you didn’t know
who you were dealing with
And I guess she didn’t have
quite what you wanted
I’ve been to the other side
and I know what it feels like to be you
So when you come around
i hope you think of me
That’s the thing that gets me
that drives me to tears
At night when all there is
is memories, fears
That one day when she’s with him
and he tells her he loves her
That she won’t believe him
and she won’t
And it’s all your fault
when she leaks sweat tears blood
Dripping down her spine
in the murky water
And it’s all your fault
when she doesn’t know who she is anymore
So she truly believes
that she is nothing
And I can’t quite put my finger
on whose fault it was
When she carved it in stone
but I’m going to blame it all on you
Forgive me if I’m too forward
but would you fuck me for flattery?
Forgive me if I’m too blunt
but I’m a whore
It’s in my nature but so are you
or at least those lovely legs
So would you give yourself up
for a few tall tales?
You used to be magic
and pretty and love
Or at least that
was your charade
I never understood
how you could be so cruel
Just for the chance
to get laid
But I suppose I should have known
that things this good
Never really work out
in the end
It’s like they say
that nothing gold really stays
And even pictures never really
capture the warmth
It’s too bad too ’cause I’ve got
a closetful of empty photo albums
And a shoebox brimming
with exposed film
And that’s how I feel, exposed
and if only I had the negatives
I could
start over
Don’t you love
photography
As much as you
love me?
Let’s hope so because
I never want to see you
With a camera in my face
again
But you’re cozy in your
little fucking game you play
And I only pray for
the next girl you infect
She’d better put some ointment
on that fast
Or it’ll start to swell up
like mine did
The word of the day is
see you in fucking Hell
You slimy slithering leech
and that hair is really not working for you
And did I ever tell you
by the way
I never did like
your face?
Well I’ll make sure
he knows you said that
And I’ll give him
your best regards, too
And as I lay
my head to rest
I sin with glee,
tonight
In knowing that you, too
shall one day know
This feeling of
ineffable sadness
And if you don’t,
I can always dream…
