(2015)
Falling asleep on the couch with my drink and background noise
I half opened my eyes at an incursive voice
She leaned in and asked me,
‘What’s the cruellest thing this life has given?’
Without hesitation I replied,
‘It made me love, then asked me to live a life without them by my side’
As I continued I heard her distainfully sigh,
‘A life which had already led me to question and abhor
When I found the sense of home I thought this is what it’s all for
But being in love is like knowing the devil’
Her voice she spoke soft and low
‘You think you are romantic, you think you are a poet
These lines are full of shit, stop repeating the same boring story
Or you’ll be dead before you know it’
Undismayed I am used to her scorn
I continued regardless
She started the conversation after all
‘Being in love is like knowing the devil
It’s all fire and fun and passion and pleasure, but ultimately, they own your soul
Could you imagine such an active torment
I know the resolution but I am still locked in
Locked in from the inside
At least I can take, can use, I can flagrantly abuse
No one else can occupy and I can turn absence into drive’
I fought it but my eyes were closed and I heard her final whisper
‘I did it again enticed you back to linger in the corners
See you next time we dwell on the feelings that haunt us’