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Victoria Rucker Poem
Before I wondered what hurt felt like, the sensation of being alone,
Apprehensively snatching up the phone
At every chance, at every whisper, at every mention of your name,
Though now I realize, you never felt the same
My emotions have folded, glass tears in my eye,
As I remember our fantastic love and each and every lie
You told with ease, admitted so candid,
Though instead, my emotions so rancid
So harshly expressed in whole,
Though slowly they will begin to thaw and quite the same for my soul
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Victoria Rucker Poem
Dreams are vivid, lust is cold,
As my love, my tainted love, it will swiftly grow old
Broken promises and canned white lies,
As my humble laughter blends with my sighs
Metallic and hollow, this is my heart,
Listen carefully as my heartbeat darts
Up, as the chill slowly seeps, as ironic as it appears,
For infinite rags wouldn’t dry all my tears,
And despair plagues both of our hearts
How I knew it wouldn’t last, right from the start,
You don’t realize her love will be tart
Despite it’s intense amount
Her flesh is tender, her love is immense,
Your intelligence flickers, your true feelings dense
She misses her love; you do just as well,
Though because our love is tarnished, our hearts will swell
She understands, as the hidden emotion thaws,
But doesn’t want to, this being one of my fatal flaws
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Body ache, body ache, silent yet sure,
How it leaves me in anguish to find a cure
Reckless, Restless, terrible shame,
As you forgive but don’t forget, that I’m to blame
Apologies and forgiveness never do any good,
Solemnly, with my heart in my hands, there I stood
Before him, and another, both the same kind,
Yet I knew deep down, it was wrong in my mind
I was warned, but didn’t heed,
As my heart’s pace gained speed
Body ache, oh silent body ache,
As every inch of my body will begin to quake
I’m blind, I’m sad, I’m useless, I’m clad
In emotionless fear, in the sweet sorrows of bitter love,
I need a guardian, an angel, perhaps just a dove
To guide me, to show me, the direction through the pain,
I hadn’t had one before, I’d be much further from sane
Body ache, oh fragile body ache, I’m feeling betrayed by now,
It leaves the ones who love me to wonder how
I could have been so restless and reckless with ease,
The responsible one who held the keys
To many hearts, many hearts she must break,
Before she can reconcile and make
Her wrong doings right,
The light is in sight
My dry red lips,
As the candle wax drips
And the loneliness fades to grey,
How I’d have given anything, just to say
That I’d loved him and cared for him as he’d drifted away,
When all I’d wanted was for him to stay
My heart is jagged, dark, deep and heavy as coal,
And the loneliness and loss has taken a toll,
As my heart sinks, one that he stole,
That’s the manner in which body aches dwell,
As another came along, to cast a spell
How it miserably failed,
My secrets have sailed
Further than my eyes can see,
As the sky, the ground, the reflection of we
Becomes translucent, parallel to the shore,
Body ache, body aches, for I loved him more
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Doorknobs glisten,
Just as greedy souls listen
To my songs, my songs of death,
As every other soul slept, unknowing of my theft
My theft of thoughts, my theft of metal,
My theft of a gravestone’s flower petals
My lips are crimson, my flesh is stone,
The dead are awaking and are avenging my loan
My makeshift life, one with a cost,
And my debt is to the collected, and my life, lost
As I retire, the circumstances dire,
I realize that fate has been altered,
And those avenging my life have ominously faltered
So somehow, I’m free,
Though now it’s clear to see
I’m more miserable than at the start,
I was a thief who stole hearts and now I dart
Away from the cold, away from the fear,
Away from the heat, from the deadly sear
Away from the fright, that’s somehow effervescent and near
Away from my life, that’s sadly ending here
Copyright © Victoria Rucker | Year Posted 2015
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