In the damp cell of life, I serve my time and think of you.
Your silenced lips now haunt me. If only I’d known what I’d do.
I often hear your voice, and I sometimes sense your soul.
I always taste your tears, so I never feel quite whole.
You are the man I love. Yet, you’re the drug I hate, but need.
Still, I’m the one who shrugs; I wash my hands of why you bleed.
Why did you make me do it? We could’ve worked, I knew we could!
If only you had done the things you swore to me you would.
I chose a dress of Chantilly lace. I chose a dress of white.
Then I chose to end a life—that was our final fight.
I tried to practice temperance, to be patient– Don’t you see?
But when you broke your promises, you got the best of me.
I thought I could backpedal and take back those things I said.
I thought that if I cleaned the blood, it’d raise you from the dead.
Soaking up harsh words, I tried to scrub your pain with bleach.
Yet traces of the crime remain in places I can’t reach.
They said you wouldn’t make it, but you told me you’d return.
It’s been two years. I’m shackled still. I guess I’ll never learn.
No one ever saw it coming. Some think I did it for the thrill.
My charge was Death By Tongue. Would you still say that words don’t kill?
© C.M. 2018 All Rights Reserved
Commentary: Today’s poem is a repost from my now deleted poetry blog; it is one of my favorites. If you are a habitual reader of mine (I’m totally grateful for you, if you are!), you may have noticed that the vast majority of my poetic attempts address my love life… (ahem) or pitiful lack thereof. This is hardly intentional, but love is a theme I feel is most relatable, so it’s okay by me if I keep writing about it. Hopefully, ya’ll don’t mind so much either 🙂
In other news… I’ve been MIA for awhile. Whoops. This is becoming a far more prevalent occurrence than I would care to admit, but I promise that it was for good reason this time. I’ve just returned from a much needed vacation, so I’m hoping that my stay by the sea was enough to shake loose the cobwebs of my mind.
Though relatively brief and haphazardly planned, my trip was rather therapeutic, so I’m looking forward to sharing the random epiphanies I had during my absence. As always, I hope you are all doing wonderfully. ❤
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