Love Is a Double Edged Sword
In your car, the heat enveloped me like a cloak that afforded no protection
And you told me,
Instead of asking
Why I haven't called in six years.
And I'll hold my tongue.
Because these french fries are delicious
And your best friend is three hours from the altar
And I'll be damned
(Literally. Damned.)
To ruin and dishonor,
If your personal revolution is going to take its precedent
And make her get mascara on her pretty white dress.
I'm not that cruel, sweetheart
And you knew that I wasn't
Or we wouldn't be standing here.
The truth is out there,
and it's wearing the clothes that you put on its back.
And it's inside of you, too,
like an ache in your bones
and a specter
that chills your dark ocean of sleep.
Or a knot in your throat
when you get
Voicemail.
...Again.
Today, there will be rituals
And tomorrow, I've got a plane to catch
While you go back to sitting on the razor's edge
During your long drive up the coast.
Copyright © Chelsea Spollen | Year Posted 2012
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