some
tender moments remain uncharted those
rendezvous are covert affairs
instant hook-ups are of little
consequence cause if
nobody knows then nobody cares but beyond the cheap thrill and the base gratification it’s still a charade I was
never really there
I severed
those ties with definitive force I cut them off and cast them out then I set them on fire powdered the ashes and buried them deep far far away but they haunt me still the flesh of my flesh that lost appendage cleaved from the
bone a bloody sacrifice to some lesser evil they’re a revenant organ or a phantom limb they’re a forbidden exhumation and a filthy
itch I long to scratch
those
stones we so carelessly cast birthed ripples of unforeseen dimensions now there’s a tsunami of shit about
to engulf you and I and we shall reap
more than we ever sowed in yet
another dismal harvest of sorrow and despair
our
practiced tongues wove convenient fictions from little grey lies which we honed into truths sharp as knives some kinds of love can smell like hate some kinds of devotion feel like possession
there are
truths made of lies like the stories told
by jealous souls of bitter adoration where
romantic weapons are used with cooler calculation yes some kinds
of love are poisoned daggers wielded by lovers who are gentle assassins
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