And Yet a Lie
Three bottle caps are cutting into your pale, soft skin. Blood shines and dribbles down your wrist. Unselfish ardor was so long ago lost. Forgetful remembering as you count the punctures, and you remind me not to mess with your drinks. I'd like to think I can just move on, just push it out...Push it way back into the fogged clearing in the endless face of the woods. While I watch the expressions play across your face, they remind me of the lover you deny you have. But she is there... in the depths of your smile,settled in the hollows of your collarbones.
I tell you that you are not the only one. I have another...in fact, I have others. I sit in front of you though, thinking of how I lie to make you see me. I pretend to be unfaithful to make you notice. For how can one have another lover, when it is someone like you sitting in the den? In the den I watch you, in the den alone. We wander within arm's length of each other, but we live alone in complete darkness. I watch you sitting in that white chair that has those flower like patterns. Twisting and turning like my favorite Weeping Willow Tree. The one we used to talk under. You drink all the day through as if it's nothing new, a smack for your unneeded sorrows, a beer to wash away the illegal drug.
Gloomy underneath all the gaiety you show. Follow your instinct that leads you wrongly, a stomached misery, sweet on it's own. A nice little picture in a complex world, a bird chirping somewhere, the only proof of sound. A heart in tatters in my rib cage, the only proof of our existence.
I have been ruined by this love I don't even believe in, and the burning desire to hold you close.(maybe then you would fell that there is no beating) I must deny that I love you. But still, there are three bottle caps cutting into your skin.