#WriteFree365 – Day 344: Smooth Criminal

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(Day 344…)

He came into your apartment, left the blood stains on the carpet.  And then you ran into the bedroom.  You were struck down.  It was your doom…

Listen
The reason why I took your heart
And shoved it back inside you
Is it’s too valuable to be placed in the hands of a smooth criminal like me.

I heard your heart beating in stereo
Your left thigh vibrated to the amplified sounds echoing from your boombox
Your speaker said “I love you”
Your sub woofer reverberated the sound
As loud as you were
I couldn’t locate the source of the message
As loud as you were
That was proof my heart is not made of glass
Because it didn’t shatter
Remember that

That’s why you felt me so deeply
I felt your heart being knocked out the frame
And I wanted to secure it in place.
Filling your lips so you don’t let that bomb out
And if it did explode
At least it’d be in your chest
Making the pieces easier to find and collect.

Before I pushed you away
Traces of blood spattered onto my palms
So my hands look like evidence of foul play
Instead of a sloppy attempt at saving a life

As you lay
Broken
Lifeless
Heartless
Love-less
I can only hope that you’re okay.

#WriteFree365 – Day 176: The Way You Make Me Feel

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(Rest in peace, Michael Jackson.  Day 176…)

I’ve never been so in love before.  Promise, baby, you’ll love me forever more..

Love is a simple concept.
The way way it manifests when you’re near me
Shows just how gorgeous simplicity can be.
But that doesn’t quite explain everything
Joy is me smiling because I know you’re comfortable enough to fall asleep next to me.

We don’t choose who we love
But I think the Universe daily that you choose to give me that love
My heart
Opens like flower
As it was meant
And no longer like wound
Bleeding and painful.
You gave it new purpose
You give me the happy that bubbles in my stomach
And spills into random laughter
That’s what happens when I look into your eyes

#WriteFree365 Day 12: I Can’t Help It

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(The twelfth day.  The recesses of my mind are becoming more open.  It’s becoming easier to be vulnerable and revisit old haunted rooms.)

I’m flipping song subjects, now…

Looking in my mirror
Took me by surprise
I can’t help but see you
Running towards me in my mind.

There are times I wish I knew the maze better than you did.
That dark alleys weren’t your home like wayward felines
And you avoided them because you do as you’re told.

I wish running weren’t such an easy option.
I wish there were streetlights more closely placed
So shadows had less of an army
The darkness makes you invincible
To me, whose ideas seem hopeless
Bulbs switched off
Flames blown out by the whispering wind of doubt
You leave me stumbling through the crowd
Drunken with poisoned faith
Depression waits to follow me home after a night of filling myself with liquor
Lowering inhibitions and thinning my resolve
Sobriety allows me to think clearly.
I’ve received many a drink from familiar stranger thoughts
That can smell despair across the room.
They’ve taken advantage of me for far too long
I can’t help it
Even if I could
It’s easier to feel guilty than forgive yourself.