The Chapped Skin of Localized Truth
bewildered, i try to find a chapter in which a comforting compromise is inevitable
awestruck, i seek the majestic bookmark that restores that definitvive warmth to my hypothermiated soul
i need your warm hand on my heart until forever becomes a limited mute
i need the central base of your reassuring vibrations until endlessness develops bruises due to multiple bumps, slams, and crashes
a virgin in the dark sitting under the medicinal consumption of a streetlight, i revisit the merciless deluge of parking lot depression
i recall your absence leading to a dizzying constipation and a nauseating compression
the stubborn tears unfallen still produces a pain obstructing my 20/20 view of the actual reality
i once thought that this was how it USED TO BE
i used to think that letting you go would prevent you from becoming reduced to me
then....all....of....a....sud....den....i....re....be....gin....to....m....m....m....miss....you.......
i cannot believe that i see reflections of the tantalizing technicolor i feel when i would kiss you
now all i have is my invisible itch request....and....all....i....can....do....is....sadly....and sim...ply....list....you.....
in vain and shame for my personal survival to concretely remain my must MYSELF take a frigid dip in Truth and properly....place....the....blame.....
Copyright © Marty King | Year Posted 2013
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