A While is Much Too Long

A While is Much Too Long

A Poem by Claire's-Girl

Distaste feels sour in my puckered mouth,
cigarette smoke and gunpowder,
run along my tongue,
corrupting and defeating,
reserves I had in place,
to maintain sanity,
perhaps continue in the race.
Winning is no option,
but losing is too hard.

Light bulbs and fake flowers,
pull me down,
down,
down,
such a peculiar path,
that I have want to tell the truth,
but no want to escape this life,
of somewhat torturous floating,
need nor desire to bring myself to flight,
but still solitude is pleasing,
(only to the naked eye,)
and friends we have still breathing,
are only found once in a while.

A while can last far too long,
it stretches on until we meet,
it pulls on heartstrings,
of even the deceased,
thoughts in our heads,
already so unraveled,
I can tell they're getting tangled,
like spiderwebs upon a map.

Slap
Slap
Slap
me back to sense.
Before I go insane.
Or if you'll love me even then,
please,
feel free to forgive me.

I didn't mean to leave you alone.


© 2012 Claire's-Girl



Author's Note

Claire's-Girl
It's scattered and could use some more work, but feel free to rip it apart.

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Added on March 20, 2012
Last Updated on March 21, 2012
Tags: Insanity, dark, romance, forgive, plead, suicide

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Claire's-Girl
Claire's-Girl

Kansai, Japan



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