Intuition

I knew I should have just walked away; 
The moment I laid eyes on you I should have...
I don’t know...blocked you out 
I should have seen the blaring danger sign above your head, 
Should have heard my heart’s agonised screams of longing – 
And I should have realised you would be the death of me 
But then I guess I’m a bit funny that way; 
I always seem to walk straight toward death, 
I seem to throw my arms around my own destruction – 
And draw it deeper and deeper inside me, 
The way I did to you...
Perhaps it’s just masochism, or perhaps I find death enchanting 
Well, when death looks like you, who wouldn’t?
You are so beautiful it beggars belief; 
It almost hurts my eyes to look at you – 
Your radiance dazzles, and causes me to trip and fall 
To fall so hard my heart cracks - and bruises like an overripe peach; 
And meanwhile you never even stumble 
You just breeze effortlessly into my life, into my body, 
Into the aching chasm of my heart, 
And there you leave your mark, carving it into the living flesh... 
Proclaiming me your latest conquest, your latest homicide
Christ you’ve hurt me; Christ you’ve got me good
Clasped so tight in your Judas grip you fill me to the brim with love 
And then with brusque indifference you slam the door in my face 
And melt into the desert sands with not even a backward glance...
And as for me – like a dumb fool I sit and watch you go 
Speechless with suffering, wracked with raping pain 
I know there is nothing I can do to stop you 
Know it’s my fault you’re gone – if only...
If only I were prettier, funnier, purer...
If only I had never let you in 
If only I had listened to my intuition and wistfully walked away....
I could have saved myself from death on that very first black day
Copyright © | Year Posted 2009

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Lloyd Avatar
August 29, 2011 at 10:35 PM
wow amy, i never realised you are so talented, who ever that bloke is he must be a complete waste of space and a fool for ever hurting you, if you do ever see this please call me, at [email protected] i dont know if youll ever get this, i no ill never be able change the past darling, but that isnt gonna ever stop me feeling this guilt. All i ask is for you to here my apology sweet heart. luv lloyd e x x x p.s i hope it is u x
Guzzi Avatar
September 3, 2009 at 5:39 AM
powerful very powerful as with MANY bright, gifted woman..we don't pay attention EVEN to ourselves. ALL THAT GLITTERS IS NOT GOLD. What HE did had NOTHING to do with YOU. It's his game you chose to play it. He won. When your image of you changes you will find a better man more deserving of you as a whole person! Light & Love..try I Saw You
Brown Avatar
September 2, 2009 at 12:02 PM
I have enjoyed reading your splendid poetry today Amy.Thank you for sharing it here at PoetrySoup, where you have become an asset to the site and to us other poets as well. Love, Carol
Kendrick Avatar
September 2, 2009 at 4:38 AM
The song says well it's the devil just look at him. He has blue and blue jeans. Interesting writing. Sara
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