Why?

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The night becomes me - bored, and motivation becomes a lost art to me, as elusive as your eyes.

Submitted: October 24, 2017

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The night becomes me - 

bored, 

and motivation 

becomes a lost art 

to me, 

as elusive as 

your eyes.

Naturally, 

my thoughts race 

to you, but what else is left 

to say?

You won the game

I ended it - 

I quit

That was all. 

The night stretches on 

endlessly, 

and I throttle 

within my own 

mind.

Who were you

 to call love, 

anyway?

The obtuse past 

with a dark bruise 

on your neck

Though 

you always looked 

handsome

 in blue 

You won me over 

with 

a heartbreaking smile

Tears at the 

midnight hour

With only the 

cold rain to keep us 

company

The hum of an old 

TV

Carried only by 

the wind

And the racing sound of 

your heart

As you eyed 

the neighbourhood

Side to 

side 

Paranoia reeking out 

of every pore

And I put my arms 

around you

Hands on your 

cheek

Warmth 

radiating 

I pushed back 

your hair 

from 

a sweat covered 

forehead

And I hummed 

appraisals 

Made promises I 

couldn't dare 

to keep

And you just lay back 

Into my lap 

Closing your eyes 

was the ultimate sacrifice

You bared your long neck 

to me 

And I let my fingertips

 graze the nape.

But it still wasn’t 

enough

And i had to run 

get someone 

more qualified 

to look after you 

More so than 

me 

And you came 

back 

Inside

Your hands blue and 

shaking

Your neck a graze of 

purple 

Pupils shimmering in the 

breeze 

Why couldn’t you

 have just let it be

Let me go 

Stared blankly and 

pushed

It down

Hard

Until I couldn’t see it 

anymore

But you didn’t 

Instead

You just offered me green bottles 

of liquid gold 

and stardust 

And I 

drank 

And we 

ran 

Because you always leave

But I always follow 

And the trees were 

winding 

Creaking their old 

bones 

Craning their necks to 

look at us

Looking at them

Past them 

Into scarred skies

With fuzzy heads 

Into the liquid sky 

And the stars

With only the sound of water

Rushing by 

But to what 

I’ll always wonder.

Cool grass 

Crushing underneath

us 

It’s screams 

Covered 

By your sigh 

As you rolled over 

And pressed your soft cheek 

Into the ground

And smiled 

That dangerous smile 

And the trees 

groaned 

The wind 

whipped

The stars 

flickered 

Anxiously 

But it all stopped 

The moment I met your eyes 

Tracing patterns into 

the mud 

And smiled too.

You could have 

Left 

Me be 

But instead 

You apologised 

With soft breath 

Staring

Only seeing me 

I had longed for you 

And here you were

At last 

And so I ran 

Into the woods

But you followed.

Why?

You should have left me be 

Because now as you sleep

I lie awake

Plotting

And planning 

Because when you 

Hurt me 

Strike back.

 


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