Wednesday, April 11, 2012

The Fire In Me


He has become my trifecta effect
a domino spawned by
straight intellect
Without him, I'm numb
I die in regret
so I live out my chances
before they digress...
unless...
I inspire this heart break of mine
that comes when he goes
that leaves me behind
I feel blind when I see him
and lost when he's gone
My nights become endless
& I dread each new dawn
I fawn him before I hatch
at my senses
I detach, I re-latch
onto tenses--it's immense
and...
the past, the future, the present
remiss
at times, I'm so empty
I barely exist
This is a habit
I've tried so hard to quit
He's my nicotine patch
& I'm constantly lit
It's become a fit
I'd rather not throw
but I settle for crazy...
over sane when he goes...
What he knows may not hurt him
what he doesn't, just might
He's the darkness that
provides me
fire

tonight.


By:  Tiare Tuairau

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