Saturday, November 22, 2008

Rag Doll

Everything we love eventually breaks
Did you hear my sigh? So empty. Lifeless.
Cold thoughts medicate the dull, steady ache
My heart screams death; I don't want to fight this.

Tear me up like a rag doll in some crazed
experiment gone wrong to prove you need
store bought loyalty and painted on grace
found in the stuffings of cheap memories
My arms no longer wrapped around your neck
in some toyish hope: "Hang onto your dreams!"
Dusty, forgotten, hidden in some chest
filled with discomfort; each ripped at the seams
You don't need a doll who loves without cause?
I don't need a heart who can't love at all

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