Lung and Bone

A poem about a destructive relationship.

Lung and Bone

I have a sneaking suspicion that you never loved me 

You just wanted someone to be lonely beside 

Palindromic hearts in the shade of a fever tree 

Someone to drink your symptomatic cyanide 

You searched for a marrow to your crackling bone 

And found me, an unstructured mess 

So you held me together and I made you a home

Smoggy sentience, but still bodiless 

Love me like a flower you didn't have to grow 

Alone in the dirt, smothered in the hurt

And I’ll love you like a man I didn't have to know

A near miss flirt, discovered and inert 

Mistaking profit for passion, dependance for devotion

My lips growing ashen and your body growing weak

Taking our thrones in a sand castle by the ocean

Skeletons of contradiction and apologies we don’t speak 

One does not get used to growing pains 

These aches are my ribs calling out 

Boiling under coca leaf propane

“Do not be consumed by that gadabout”

I hopelessly drink rose-flavored memories 

Like wine, it paints my tongue

Adorned in cleavage and dark accessories 

Blackened like a coal miner’s lung

Stockholm syndrome is the best explanation

But to say I am captive is simply delusory

Metaphorical manacles, symbolic strangulation

Kiss-sealed contracts are woefully illusory 

I have a sneaking suspicion you never loved me 

You just wanted some poison to crave 

Scavenging warmth from a poetic hyperbole

While I dig us a double edged grave 

But in hindsight, perhaps I was not in love either 

Tending to your wounds, smelling of soot and wave

Finding the silver linings under that tree of fever

The pollution and suicide pacts I forgave 

We sip fermented regrets as my lungs collapse, and your bones decalcify 

I think all along I wanted someone to save, and you wanted someone to watch you die

By Nadia

Reviews

[1809 Black Plague Decem..]

Dear, Nadia Dimitry, it is a drink to remember, Cyanide,
along with a socialite.
There is so much detail, love it,
you know, the fenale, is depth, and it brings an eerie mood.
The prose, if I may, if you ever deal with writing it would be a great one.
Anyhoot, I found myself relating, and the story so close to many,
who come about such nature; love the psychology, chemistry, language, :) great writ!
----Maynard

[nadia dmitri]

Thank you for your thoughts, Maynard :)

[1809 Black Plague December]

most welcome, Dear, happy Feb.

[Skylar Lighten]

Absolutely relate poem and I loved your choice of rhymes, it makes it flow so nicely

[nadia dmitri]

Thank you :)

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Wow such pathos in a flowing nicely rhyming poem. The sadness and yet anger mixed in this feels real.

[emmajoygreen]

Nadia, when you pour your words across the screen, you touch hearts and minds in such a way they tremble in your shadow. Dear friend, you have an incredible way of slipping through emotions to all of those who can understand - even if not know. Hugs and kudos.

[Neville]

I wanted to see where you were coming from and was not disappointed .. once started, I found this to be a compelling read incorporating several very special lines that any self respecting poet would have liked to have written themselves .. I am glad I delved deep .. Neville

[nadia dmitri]

Thank you that means so much :)

[Neville]

you really are most welcome .. N :)

[Wallflorist]

Beautifully written. So personal, but relatable.
'dependence for devotion' rings so true
Congratulations on a stunning poem, whatever you went through to earn those words was worth it

[pressedflowers]

So moving! I'm in love with the last line especially.

[Relic]

This is excellent writing. You can't tell me you haven't been writing for years. I know a good poet when I read them. I look forward to reading more from you. :)

[nadia dmitri]

Thank you so much that is very kind!!