Between every connection,
before every careful touch,
there are moments of reflection,
attraction and disgust.
Plugging in can be so painful,
disconnection tears the skin;
lingering like lucid sex dreams
and the shame of fitting in.
Clutch your brittle intentions
tight to your chest,
’cause you know they won’t
survive inspection.
Up close they mean nothing,
just like the rest.
We all drink bitter water.
Hard to swallow,
pills and the fallout,
just makes it harder
for us to pull out.
Trapped in attractions we need.
Upon each other we feed.
But it was never supposed
to be this way.
We just needed someone to hold us
at the end of every day
and these promises we’ve made
are silly too;
how quickly can the ties that bind
twist into a noose?
From plugging in one time,
our mingling of bodies
and our minds.
Just find
it harder to uncouple every time
we come.
The afterglow just shows what we’ve become.
So slow,
the thumb that cocks the hammer
of the gun.
There is no solution to it,
only surviving through it.
This is the truth and we knew it;
love it, or hate it, we’ll screw it.
Until we pull away,
we take the skin with the blade.
The pain we feel when we wake
is just the shame we feel
for loving each mistake.
-Love – Deny – Repeat-
HG – 2016
Yep, definitely liking the new stuff 🙂
Thank you! There is more to come.