The Imperfect Art of Perfection

The Imperfect Art of Perfection

A Poem by .mate.feed.kill.repeat.

& it's like
every step i take
just pulls me
farther away from you.

& no matter how
hard i try to hold on,

you're slipping out of my

fingers.  like water

dripping from cupped

hands--imperfection.

i can see you

just beyond my reach

but the edges are

blurring. my heart beats

for you, do you know

this?  you're holding my heart

in your hands.  don't you see
the blood dripping from your

fingers?  or is it running

(blind)clear like the
water pouring from
mine?

 

[i opened my ands
& i
let

you

go.]

© 2009 .mate.feed.kill.repeat.


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.mate.feed.kill.repeat.
.mate.feed.kill.repeat.

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I have written over 400 poems and short stories. I post almost all of them directly to my profile on FictionPress. http://www.fictionpress.com/~matefeedkillrepeat I rarely update this thing. Hon.. more..

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