Dark Poetry Prose Poetry February 1, 2005 Dark Poetic Prose

02-01-05 9:07pm tuesday

don't touch me. as you saw fit then. phantom arms that would hold your lover as she lay sulking in her empty bed.

don't pretend. how so well you did when. staunch bravado would guide you into my heart and steathily out again.

i asked for it. yes, i guess i did. but you didn't have to say yes. knowing the weakened state i was in.

no valentines. ever. no friends. no valentines. not ever. not in the past. nor in the future i'd suspect.

don't speak to me like you once did. gambler bluffing his way through hand after hand to win his bets.

don't give me your pokerface heart. all looking sad and lonesome. you're not my love. not much of a friend.

don't do that. never again. treat me like a wager. a losing hand. your winnings to collect.

i might've lost. i guess i did, but not because.

02-01-05 tuesday 9:38pm

trafalgar thoughts. pigeon feathers everywhere and at the center a fountain weeps.

so far away. distance pulls you closer to yourself. so far from then.

sidewalk lovers scramble through. the sun marks their steps in shadows. but nothing permanent.

let love write her fairy tales. my tears the ink. my face the pages. let her write. but i won't read.

will bind them in hardcovers and put them on high shelves in the heart. where the dust collects fast enough that i never have to feel how i felt when.

nothing more. my life has outlasted me.

it's over. even if this isn't the end.

it's over. the world won't stop. time won't. but in my world nothing moves..

it's broken. i am. everything is.

all i know is that love is a liar. and that lovers are even more pretentious.

all i know is that it was over long before i was sore enough to admit. and that it has nothing to do with the ache. it's when it stops aching. that's when you know it's hopeless.