Sunday, February 7, 2010

-To Ivy- (My first original poem in YEARS)


[06 Jun 2006 | Tuesday] 

Rending, tearing
Ripping and pulling,
She digs at organs,
exposing flesh and sinew.
I am at a loss.

What more can I say
to the girl that's got me
turning in on myself?

Frustrating and debilitating,
the pain is agonizing.
I am naked and gasping,
seeking, retreating,
coming up for air
at the most inopportune times.

What more can I say?
Exposing, attempting
to remain controlling.
I am breaking.

What more can I say
about the girl that has me
turning in on myself?

What more can I add,
except that I want it to continue?

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