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Trapped


Though my heart is deftly shattered

With the thick blow from your glass

A bitch, you call her, and I agreed

The letters breached my hazy mind

And twisted my lopsided smile

Into a tight lipped torment

I could not grasp the sentence

Not just yet

Just as my eyes wiped away the smoke

That flowed dangerously from your mouth

And how the track marks on your neck

Widened with each night alone

I didn’t feel the phantom pressure

Of your arms slipping under my ribs

As we lay in the bliss of each other’s

heartbeats

I refused to remember the smell of your

cologne

Sharp and fresh, the kind that made me

Remember spring snow

Made me remember countries

I’d never been to

But I could see them shining through

your eyes

My lips didn’t yet burn

With the taste of your own

No, it wasn’t until my mind had settled

Back among humanity

Until my heart ached, hollowed out

Until my fingers couldn’t dare

Touch anything for fear of

Losing the feeling of you

Now I thirst for a sweet fire

To drown my reason and memory

To make my tears fall faster

For everyone knows we’ve been conditioned

To catch the flicker of a flame

Lit by another careless soul

And breathe it into a raging blaze

Do not dare, I warn you

Do not dare taint my memory

With your lazy drawl or soft skin

But I am already trapped

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