Betrayal by the name of Love

A tale of betrayal.
A most shocking portrayal.
An unlikely adversary.
Her preparation, cursory.
Her pools of knowledge, deep.
Sense of judgment? Asleep.
Peacekeepers gave the dove.
And you, English, gave us the word love.
A dastardly act.
Devoid of skill or tact.
An ocean so vast,
and a failing beacon at the mast.
Like a clown that wasn’t creepy,
or a sloth that wasn’t sleepy.
An assignment so wrong,
I had to bring it up in song.
The need to converge.
The undeniable urge to surge.
The passion and the heat.
All misappropriated, you cheat.
The decadence and guilt.
Myriad lives that were built.
The loss of breath,
And your knell of death.
Being brought to your knees.
For a lifetime to cease.
Minds that hunt freely.
And four disjointed letters, really?

Goodbye, My Friend

You were with me longer this time than ever before.
Sadly, I don’t hold the key to keeping you here.
If I did, you probably wouldn’t ever be here.
At least you will be with me, till the very end.
Till that moment when deceptive screams of pleasure emerge from me.
It may look like I am enjoying what is happening to me, but you know better don’t know? You know what’s really happening. An exorcism to cast you out.
Then the silence will descend.
You’ll be gone.
I’ll shut my eyes tight like I always do but as relief washes over every fibre of my being, I’ll know, you’re gone. Before I can open my eyes, even before I can stop moaning, I’ll know.
The world will start to come on again, like someone is turning the volume back up. The light will hurt my eyes and everything will be blurry, but somehow sparkling. You would hate that world.
Unreal magic, some might think that phrase is redundant, but you know, don’t you?
The real magic will have been stolen from me.
I will get my breathing and vision back, all in a few minutes.
I will feel your loss lie heavy on my chest.
I will for a brief moment go numb in your place of residence.
All we ever did together, erased.
Erased in a moment of (they tell me) ecstasy.
My brain will feel funny, that is perhaps the part i dread the most. All the remains from your explosion will take over my mind and inhibit all ability to ponder.
A huge part of me, will feel quenched, but the part that matters will think only of the palace we built together now lying in ruins.
I will ache for you.
I know in our times together, I have cursed you and wished you away.
But I have defended you too, against the cruel tactics designed to taunt and anger the usually calm spirit that rests in you.
We both knew that anytime, you would be gone.
But we always see each other again.
We come back, each time, stronger. More vibrant.
We’ll go through it all over again.
As you whip up a storm inside me I will persevere.
As you ignite a fire in me, I will patiently let it burn its course.
As you shake the surface of my being, I will crack open for you again.
Then when we’re floating on the calm seas together, I’ll see you again.
I’ll tell you,
It was quite a battle, but I’d do it over and over again

Philia

Once I had a friend,
All the rules, together, we’d bend.
She was calm and cheery.
I was dark and weary.
With each other we’d compete,
We’d lie, trick and cheat.
Once while at a wedding,
Between us, we sampled all the bedding.
Not a common thought we shared,
Just how the notches on our bedposts fared.
We giggled, laughed and talked.
But more ruthlessly, we mocked.
We would sell each other out,
no one ever had a doubt.
Yet, to each other we’d turn,
for every scratch, itch and burn.
We’d hurt each other with pride,
and smile through the ride.
We had a little black book,
for every dirty shot we took.
Our worlds were complete unknowns,
but I could draw a map to all her buried bones.
Now, as so often is the case,
it has been years since I have thought of her face.
The real ones too, not just the mask.
Now she only comes up when people back home ask,
“Where is your old friend, my dear?”
“She’s a hairstylist, I hear.”

Just Once More

Just once more
…for sure, for sure.
Just once more, I’ll deign,
Do all those things that made me say never again.
Just once more, I’ll go,
Wake up in a part of town I don’t know.
Just once more, I’ll cry,
They don’t need to know my tears are a lie.
Just once more, I’ll cheat,
Organise my dalliances by beat.
Just once more, I’ll connive,
Put up a show called The Struggle to Thrive.
Just once more, I’ll forget to say stop,
We can clean all the blood with bleach and a mop.
Just once more, I’ll laugh,
While Hyde does the dirty work on my behalf.
Just once more, I’ll open the door,
Accidentally let in the gore.
Just once more
…for sure, for sure.