A Life of Their Own

About arguing and what it does to relationships...

Our issues refuse to die.

They dance and prance

around the room

and sleep with

me at night.

It is then that

I cry.

 

The pain constantly

replays the same

refrain

again and

again.

 

The melody of

jealousy

envelops me.

The nonsensical fights

are whimsical lullabies

that allow

the anger to stir

long after the

sun goes down.

 

My insecurities

place themselves on

shelves

along with my

necessities.

They follow you

in all you do

and press fervently

against your

ecstasy.

 

Your inflexibility

surrounds me

defensively.

I fight vigorously

and cause its

victory.

 

My emotion you

constantly disregard

is the intoxicating potion

that slows my heart.

 

Our cosmic stars clash

every time they pass by.

Unable to align,

they start a fire in the sky.

 

We breath its dust

into our lungs

and have no idea

what we become.

 

 

 

Reviews

[BlackPrince]

'My emotion you
constantly disregard
is the intoxicating potion
that slows my heart.'

'Our cosmic stars clash
everytime they pass by.
Unable to align,
they start a fire in the sky.'

WOW!!!!

Those words are like diamonds set in clusters;
they shine from you to others.

This is what poetry is all about: capturing that unique perspective, often beyond the physical eye, and finding the right words to bring it out with love, beauty and truth.