Darkness and Displacement
An old note to past loves
Hey, Dear,
I'm not interested in being spoken to like that
Your words carry unnecessary edges
like those razor blades stuck to the monkey bars
You, hidden, laughing between the hedges
each of them thoughtfully placed--to mar the hands of innocents
A malice for the sake of being, as hurt people hurt (people)
Your suffering isn't worth a cent, not when you use it to justify
So please try, to make amends with sanity
Come to this side, and do note my speech quivers,
As an inexperienced archer, direct I: these arrowheaded words of mine, shakily delivered
to encourage reflection: for what's worthwhile, one considers
while you clamber this precarious seesaw
of your ill mind and bloodloss shivers
For a mere twitch thrusts one to unrecoverable depths
And not even the breadth of my heartfelt obsession
can save you from that slide;
the suicidal veneer the bereft hide behind
As even the Knights of Conflagration
sometimes hesitate to descend the fire pole--a fear to overcome
a terror only magnified by my yet-robbed innocence
Nightlight, I beg: drop those metal fragments; the ones that mutilate,
that express themselves upon your flesh, those marks of hate
or the ones repurposed on the hands of young climbers
--at least three, to date
Dangerously, your mind oscillates between directing damage:
to yourself and to others
these overtake you, as the victim to two pitfalls
and I fell into one: you
About the Creator
ParadoxFox
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