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T.F.

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I shudder.
I see you there,
over me,
straining to find
anything in the dead garden.
Where weeping resides,
where fire and flames
lick the surface of my unveiling.
Not too hard to cry,
but yet to stifle the piercing
gaze of time not spent.
Flowing down rivers
of lies
of questions never asked
because they were already answered.
You were not my answer,
you were a riddle in a boring game.
Tired and broken, sick with
shelter, dying on the vine.
You wither and slither
around a halo with pure venom
You ruin everything you taste.
A poem written about an ex-girlfriend who I have no interest in knowing anymore.
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TheLunaLily's avatar
This is so vivid. Your metaphors speak so much more than the sum of your words.
"You were not my answer,
you were a riddle in a boring game.
Tired and broken, sick with
shelter, dying on the vine.
You wither and slither
around a halo with pure venom
You ruin everything you taste.
"

"tired and broken, sick with
shelter, dying on the vine." dying on the vine, four words that have such contempt spoken (as this poem feels so much like I can heard it aloud though I am not speaking it, like it was not written at all), bubbling beneath the surface, yet said with a tone of restraint, a forced coolness, as the words are known to the two of you to be the truth, yet spoken aloud and to her face for the first time. (and I can imagine, the last time.)
"You ruin everything you taste."