{...the bitter...}

{...the bitter...}

A Poem by Christopher Michael Smith

A cloud of grey chokes your aura away,
Stern face of the transformed attitude,
Loose lips emitting word s**t to those that love you.
Pout prevailing triumphantly as the child inside you whines,
The selfishness is overwhelming as your ego climbs.
Stern & solid like a concrete post vertically inclined.
Empty promises are the painful results of the careless actions you bring to life.
Moaning like a toddler aching for a mid-day nap time, 
Rehearsed reactions to the questions, your lies are so unkind.
Clouded dimensions consuming both of our energies, our inner light.

At wits end! 
On the edge! 
You still continue to push me, 
although I'm ready to roll heads!

Baby me, baby. 
I'm with you, 
yet I'm so very alone.
Sing to me, baby. 
Go ahead, sing our song.
O' yea? Not in the mood?
Baby me, baby.
F**k you!

I'm overwhelmed and under heard. 
No need to work things out, let's not be absurd.
Hell, I may even fall asleep just to get on your nerves.
If not, o' well.
It's just you and me right?
Yet,
I'm bored as Hell.

I love you, but. 
Kiss, kiss.
Do you care?
I love you, but, 
Kiss, kiss.
Can you listen?

You missed me for 2 minutes when I walked to the mailbox 30 feet from the door? 
Your actions speak louder than any of those over used words you sling forth.
I love you but you smother me with insecurity and keep me on edge. 
Please, why?
I love you baby but get the f**k away from me right now, 
You aren't ready for this fight.
You're aggravating me, my dear. 
Leave me be for a moment so to settle my mind.
Yet still you don't give a damn, take heed, or acknowledge any of my concerns. 
Why do I even continue to try?
You do it every single time when you lie to me!
I love you baby but you kill me from the morning well into the night.
You kill me baby, just a little more with each lie.

Kiss, kiss.
The bitter,
Never so lonely,
Always too sweet.
Kiss, kiss.
The bitter.
I hate that it's come to this,
We've changed & you are mean.
Kiss, kiss.
The bitter.
Stop with the 'why don't you love me' routine!
It's not about you this time, honey!
Please, can we focus this time on something you can be truthful about.
Avoid the trail of branching lies that your tongue keeps sprouting aloud.
Never mind.
Don't speak.
Listen carefully this time, sit still & focus.
This is the deal now, there's no hocus pocus. 

Bang, bang.
The bitter.
My destination is to be free.
Away from you & your constant gibberish mouth poo.
Bang, bang.
The bitter.
I once loved you so much it hurt to even consider what now has come along.
It's hard to come home after work,
Seeing you reminds me of just how i'm stuck.
I'm not trying to be mean.
Honestly.
I'm spilling the beans.
I'm depressed, you don't give a slightest about if I am ever happy. 
Your inaction is a bother as you seek out sleep just to not wanna.
Excuses for the tiniest of things.
I'm sick of hearing it, honey.
It's now or never.
Bang, bang.
Count to three.
I'll be gone in a bit you had best believe.
Bang, bang.
The decision made.
I've been had and you have negatively changed.

Happy now?
A bitter change wedged between & stole the sparkle from our eyes.
A bitter change is to blame for the dishonesty and hurt you caused by letting me down, not even a try.
A bitter change within you as I nagged you over the simplest of things, why, why, why?
A bitter change was all it took to steal my heart from your deceptive mind.
Happy now?

Same questions...
Same defenses...
Same actions...
Still, 
no answers...

Now it is over.
Completely done.
The end of the story.
Ill a*s puns.

Bitter change in you.
Bitter death in me.
Bitter changed us both.
Bitter set us free....

© 2012 Christopher Michael Smith


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Added on July 1, 2012
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Christopher Michael Smith
Christopher Michael Smith

Clinton, NC



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Ego sum qui sum - 'I am what I am' Poetry is my creative expression here upon this floating ball of dust called Earth. Nothing feels as appeasing as watching a pen glide across a virgin page, watc.. more..

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