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This poem relates love to a horror movie. |
It was like one of those gory horror movies The knife in his hand The explosion of my organs The moment I thought about you… It was all hidden As Inconspicuous as I could have been And I just wanted nothin’ Nothing but a key Back then, Just a key. I could get out of my head If it wasn’t all wrapped up Like a mummy. I could practice pretending But it wouldn’t Matter cuz’ I won’t make the caste. I won’t cry till Till crying is okay And I won’t whisper Till you cover up your ears And pull back into your shell Your coffin. I love the way you smell Like a cathedral All boarded up Ready to denounce And give it all in Put it all out. I think that the memory counts But you said it is forgotten. So tall and bearded So pouncy and giddy Like a boy Like a boy Which made me feel like a girl When I’ve lived up this life Up and out and all around I am sorry to say I am nothing like her. I saw Mary holding Up her hands And I wondered if She was just waiting When all else have given up A world worth decapitating. And in the dark Your memory chased me Into the corner of my mind And I know that is a blade Hidden under your jacket And I know what you’re after But I am not yet a disaster And I ain’t yours neither… But I coulda been. So if I think about it tonight It can’t cause too much fright If I think about it just right… So gently. So terribly bloody to look back there And see what I wanted So far gone… So indisposed And beyond The strength my legs have left. But I coulda made up For what I can’t even think. For what now makes me sink Into the back part of my throat Where trivial is divine And blood is only red wine And parties go on And end with the night You don’t even pretend To remember… Cuz you are too drunk. And you wake up And begin again- That was back then. Outta the corner of mine eye, I thought I saw a ghoul. But it was just me thinking That I’d rather not be alone. And I thought bout you. Even though you asked me not to. I thought grandly and dangerously about you. And I kiss you And I kiss you And I kiss you And never worry about tomorrow Or today Or forever I kiss you. Your beard Your scratchy scratchy beard. Mopping up all my passion. I just want to think about it is all… Just for a sec. But it brings such fear So much fear Like the world may be ending Like the angels are orchestrating A great disaster When it was just a prayer… And you following me in the dark Through the woods Looking back Looking so far back That I tripped. And my heart became a smear. |