on him, written 11/20/10

Sooner than an asteroid
May wipe us all clean
You throw a pensive struggle
With my left arm as glasses, I sit confused

Realize yourself
Facts may keep my eyes asleep
If your trying to mummify
Let my steps sleep better than the lids of each eye

Don’t think for a second
That your glance goes unnoticed
The direction blooms
Pedals plucked, then black as the lotus

Something crawling into the “me” that you knew
Your retreat, as obvious as little plastic eyes,
A white cardboard snowman
And some glue

He lingers
And although
On this pure hopscotch ground I wish for my shadow
His own arm casts that black outline upon your shoulders

Where do I go from here?
A southern state wishes to take you away
I’ll stay here, knelt
Something may come my way.

It sucks to forget
And even worse to forgive
After stones walked across
I simply can’t believe its come to this

Perhaps she’s more comfortable in a blanket of the past
As the past tapes on a delaying neglect that female’s wrap
Themselves within the chaos, neglect and abuse
It seems no use to be so nice
When her head in bed dreams of the chaos that he spread
Upon her blouse, her face, with knives and fists
No single trace of grace
She’s somehow crawling back for more
No scientific evidence to show
That I may never know my kindness
To provide this comfort that may blind
Her sense of inner-peace
When the only love she’s ever known is
Pieces of the hell that he has brought
Forever torturing the knots
Within her jaw from holes once drilled
And from the stirring stew
The pot of frustration
Chaos, deceit, invasion, manipulation
As sociopathic condensation
Of irrational ideas and dna-bending
Spilt across her innocent eyes
How could you spend your time shaking hands with these lies?
A mystery
Forever to myself
She can come or she can go
She tries to avoid the four seasons
As each emotion strangles her
And grows
But I will stay
Perhaps she’ll stay too
Unless she sees
My style as cartoon,
Simply a child-like representation
Of any seriousness that him,
The violent fuck may have once possessed
A stalker trying to convince you
Of his “yes”
And as evil as it sounds
I wouldn’t doubt for a second that his smile
And his memory would shake your face
Away from this stray betrayal
And perhaps
You may
Forgive
The senseless crime
That he committed
And then
Only then would I give up on you,
I wouldn’t be the only one miserable.