Dont Look Here
i cant be
every where at once
so where ever i go
i have to leave my mark,
sometimes
to seduce
sometimes
just to create a checkpoint
where i can restart,
feelings of the past
leave behind
and ahead
a guilty spark,
that can ignite
at any moment
choosing the time
is what becomes
the art..
a matador
never fights the bull
unless its
a little hurt and tired out,
the element
of surprise
leaves jaws open
uncovering the mouth,
that breathes in
all that i need
to some how
get you to shout,
in pain
from my void
that it creates
even more doubt..
you’ve combed
a cleaned out your house
but i tend to leave
tinier bread crumbs behind,
that blends into
the carpets the floors
your soul
your mind,
the heart
is easy to manipulate
because wounds heal
with time,
but they also
leave gaps
that reminisce
yearning for what is no longer thine…
in hopes that
reverse psychology
triggers your
anatomy,
touching
the same spots
i would when it was
just you and me,
whispering
the same words
that would set
your mind at ease,
is done not only
to appease
but to also
keep you at your knees…
give not
attention
to what isn’t
deserved,
what hurt
once before
will hurt
even worse,
the enemy
clings
to what isn’t
so for sure,
any doubt
and hope
can be used
to make you slur,
what ever lines
that may have
taken so long
to even paint and curve,
what goes up
must come down
hence how gravity
brings us down to earth…
Almost a set of poems within one poem…liked the array of thoughts within this one.