Poem #256

I’m not the one to wear my heart
on my sleeve but with a few lies you bought me.
With one look you tore down my guards.
I was so helpless and paralyzed every time we touched.

You were like my drug and I sold myself
out to desperation just to have you one more night.
I’ll pretend that you’re genuine and that
your words aren’t here to get my hands around your neck.

I’ll lie and say you’ll be here the next day but
we both now after tonight you’ll go your own way.
My pride and my brain are getting crushed on
this park bench while I pretend this isn’t another
one night deal. I’ll just pretend that every kiss
means something.

Actually it does, it means you’re getting
what you want. You always had your way
with me, always knew how to get me into
your arms. Self control is unknown when you’re around.

I know I’m fighting a losing battle but
don’t stop. Keep me in this ecstasy and
I’ll care about my feelings some other time.
After everything I don’t expect you to stick around.

I’ll feed this crave for you and then I’ll starve
until some other time when you show up.
As always I’ll give us a shot because my stupid
mind thinks you’ll fall in love.

Tell me again how you’ll do everything for
me and then walk away like I’m nothing.
Tell me another sweet lie and leave me with
sore lips, bruised heart and bruised neck before dawn.

6 thoughts on “Poem #256

  1. Very nice lines
    Punjabi translation

    ਮੈਂ ਉਹ ਨਹੀਂ ਜੋ ਮੇਰਾ ਦਿਲ ਪਹਿਨਦਾ ਹੋਵੇ
    ਮੇਰੀ ਸਲੀਵ ਤੇ ਪਰ ਕੁਝ ਝੂਠਾਂ ਨਾਲ ਤੁਸੀਂ ਮੈਨੂੰ ਖਰੀਦ ਲਿਆ.
    ਇਕ ਨਜ਼ਰ ਨਾਲ ਤੁਸੀਂ ਮੇਰੇ ਗਾਰਡਾਂ ਨੂੰ ਲਾਹ ਦਿੱਤਾ.
    ਹਰ ਵਾਰ ਜਦੋਂ ਅਸੀਂ ਛੂਹਿਆ ਮੈਂ ਬਹੁਤ ਬੇਵੱਸ ਅਤੇ ਅਧਰੰਗੀ ਸੀ.

    ਤੁਸੀਂ ਮੇਰੇ ਨਸ਼ੇ ਵਰਗੇ ਸੀ ਅਤੇ ਮੈਂ ਆਪਣੇ ਆਪ ਨੂੰ ਵੇਚ ਦਿੱਤਾ
    ਨਿਰਾਸ਼ਾ ਤੋਂ ਬਾਹਰ ਬੱਸ ਤੁਹਾਨੂੰ ਇਕ ਹੋਰ ਰਾਤ ਦਿਵਾਉਣ ਲਈ.
    ਮੈਂ ਦਿਖਾਵਾ ਕਰਾਂਗਾ ਕਿ ਤੁਸੀਂ ਸੱਚੇ ਹੋ ਅਤੇ ਉਹ
    ਤੁਹਾਡੇ ਸ਼ਬਦ ਤੁਹਾਡੇ ਗਲੇ ਦੁਆਲੇ ਮੇਰੇ ਹੱਥ ਪਾਉਣ ਲਈ ਨਹੀਂ ਹਨ.

    ਮੈਂ ਝੂਠ ਬੋਲਾਂਗਾ ਅਤੇ ਕਹਾਂਗਾ ਕਿ ਅਗਲੇ ਦਿਨ ਤੁਸੀਂ ਇੱਥੇ ਹੋਵੋਗੇ ਪਰ
    ਅਸੀਂ ਦੋਵੇਂ ਅੱਜ ਰਾਤ ਤੋਂ ਬਾਅਦ ਤੁਸੀਂ ਆਪਣੇ ਰਸਤੇ ਤੇ ਜਾਵੋਂਗੇ.
    ਮੇਰਾ ਹੰਕਾਰ ਅਤੇ ਮੇਰਾ ਦਿਮਾਗ ਕੁਚਲਦਾ ਜਾ ਰਿਹਾ ਹੈ
    ਇਸ ਪਾਰਕ ਦਾ ਬੈਂਚ ਜਦੋਂ ਮੈਂ ਦਿਖਾਵਾ ਕਰਦਾ ਹਾਂ ਕਿ ਇਹ ਕੋਈ ਹੋਰ ਨਹੀਂ ਹੈ
    ਇੱਕ ਰਾਤ ਦਾ ਸੌਦਾ. ਮੈਂ ਬਸ ਦਿਖਾਵਾ ਕਰਾਂਗਾ ਕਿ ਹਰ ਚੁੰਮਦਾ

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  2. I was once devoted to an angel…

    She had dark hair and dark eyes, with pinkish lips that never smiled.

    I offered her the world, sacrificed so much… and though it did not end the way we wanted, I still wanted, even after it was over, to take care of her.

    She felt herself independent, even within our love.

    It made me feel powerless, and miserable, too.

    “Love replaces a past that was lacking,” I always say. She could not see that, but instead chose to see my actions as a placeholder to a better future. With me? Yes. But, I wanted to care, for her, and for our future, while she could merely do what makes her happy.

    I apologize…

    Your poem made me think of many past moments, and I couldn’t help but to express them.

    🙂

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