Poem #332 – Purge

You wake up with nausea and dizziness
but not with the will to wake up.
Go through the day not feeling like yourself,
you are selling your soul to the devil and that
devil is the world you are trapped in.
At night, before bed, you are in the shower for hours.

You are trying to purge the sin from your body with water
as if you just stepped out of a Bible while in reality
you have been questioning the existence of God
for years now. You turn the water off, your body is burning
but for a moment there you feel clean.
You promise yourself that in the morning it will be better.

You wake up with nausea and dizziness
but not with the will to wake up.
You are already late so you do not have time to
have a shower to see if the magic works in the morning as well.
You slap on a smile to avoid the questions, not realizing
this fakeness is eating away at your soul.

The poet inside of you invites you to write the feelings down,
he whispers in your ear that they are bottled up.
So you try to purge that thing out of your body with
words and verses for yourself or for the world to read,
laugh at, call you crazy because of that.
But for a moment there, it empties your mind.

It’s all for moments, nothing lasts.
You cannot purge something rotten that grew inside.
You can only heal it but you are too weak from trying
to purge it out as if a broken heart can be purged.
You are just tired and want to close your eyes
but the demons never sleep.

Poem #7

I don’t feel like loving you anymore.
I grew very much tired of it.
If only I could take a shower and
sleep through it. My eyes and my body
then might catch a break but I cannot
command my weary heart to rest.

 

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Poem #6

I am holding on to you  because I think
low of myself. I don’t believe anyone will
want me after you, I am scared that moving on
means being left alone. That’s probably what makes
me believe love is what we have.
Strange.
No love story ever described it as something
so twisted and painful.

 

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Poem #5

I don’t need to hear that you love me.
I need you to show it to me.
I don’t need you to tell me fairytales.
I need to live them with you.
I don’t need you to be here because you think
it’s the right thing to do.
I need you to choose me before everyone else
and be here because you want to.

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Poem #4

I hold you responsible for everything.
You kept your secrets to yourself, tried your
best to get into my bed while you were in someone
else’s as well and I was the fool that let you in.
Now I need you to undo what you have done to me.

Go to the night when we talked, I had my legs
over your knees and unkiss me. Go to the night
you first slept next to me and unhug me. Go to
every single day we spent together and untouch me,
unfeel me, untell all those sweet things when you
already unloved me.

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Poem #3

Your same old story about how you didn’t
want to hurt me is getting me angrier by the
minute because I stopped believing it as soon
as I saw that homewrecking message on your phone.
Just grow a pair for a moment and tell me how
long have I been sharing a bed with both you and her.

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Poem #2

Just for tonight stay here and don’t make
a sound. Let your eyes tell me what you can’t
and let your body move to the music of mine.
In the morning we’ll become strangers again,
pretending like we don’t hold each other’s hearts
in our hands.

 

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Poem

I thought of calling but my fingers
couldn’t dial the number.
I thought of sending a message, but
I just couldn’t find the words.
I thought of sending you one of my poems
but I know you wouldn’t appreciate it the way
you didn’t appreciate me.

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