Slow Death
It rolled off my tongue like a tumbleweed,
and you stood there dazed.
A disease waiting for the injection.
I laughed.
Not because I hated you,
but because there was nothing
left to do but watch the reality of
the world sink into your bones.
You finally understood why the
stones you throw fall into the lake.
Not because of gravity,
but because they're old souls
too tired of keeping their heads above water.
Just like us.
We were drowning each other.
Maybe love is too dense,
maybe mankind too shallow?
Or maybe we're just a bunch of filthy
animals that should have never came up
with such a fairy tale like love in the first place.
But we did,
and here we are in the midst of a chapter
barely breathing between sighs
that lie to us both.
Bodies that yearn for one another
knowing that we admittedly barely adjust
each day to the other's mental inclinations.
Heavy with lust our souls twist,
bend, and almost break under the
feeling that made them come alive.
It has become an infection!
"I don't know how I'm going to survive you."
-James Kelley 2013, All rights reserved.
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