In Which I Try to Step Into Your Shoes

Turn the spotlight on me,
everything I say is Truth.

Pity me,
give me the world,

I’ve been bludgeoned –
the weight of my failure
giving me the right
to lash out,
to slice you
into ribbons.

Until there is nothing left
in you – a bloody carcass.

And I, I will gloat
in righteous judgment.

The perfect murder
borne out of self-preservation.

Out of a twisted need
to redeem my rejected
ego – soaking in my hate.

An innocent smile
masks my gloating need
to bring you down –
over and over again.


--- September 23, 2008
5:54 PM.


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Finally. After a long hiatus from writing. *phew*
Nothing sweet and sentimental this time.
Hope you like it.

Floral Favorites

Beached

Goodnight, Sweet Lover

Remembrance

It’s always the case with you

You placed the cold plastic tile
on the board, a smug look daring me
to defy you.

“Triple word score,” I breathed –
impressed, yet unwilling to show it.

I took in your flushed face,
as you basked in your triumph.
I raised my eyebrow in scorn.

Not quite yet.

And so we dueled,
in this game of words.

You with your big pronouncements,
such a show of brute.
Me, not budging, waiting,
waiting for that moment.

Both of us intense,
feeling for each other’s hidden
letters – nervously anticipating.

And with a flourish,
you put down your last word.

You grinned,
and I sighed
having waited too long.

I could never win with you.

-- August 5, 2008; 6:23 PM