To Let You Know Why I'll Be Going Home with You Tonight
A performance poem examining the connection between hedonism and heartache
You say my eyes are beautiful as you
ask me my name and pass me a drink
My eyes are the window to the soul
(Ludicrously trite yet somehow seductive)
The soul you want to love
The soul you need to love
But you know better
I know
you know better
I know you know better
because
I have been here with you before
I sat here with you when you used to be six years older
When your eyes used to be blue
I sat here with you as I ran my fingers through your copper hair
And you sing to me siren songs about
futures and
children and
all those stupid things that lovers say
but I know that
you know that
nobody means those stupid things
because
you have said those things to me before
And I know that you want me to think that
We should go falling in love
without a parachute
and believe that falling
means
never having to land
Suck the poison from Romeo's tongue
and believe that dying for love
isn't really
death
But I know you and
I know
you know better
Because here we are for the first time
and I remember how you were when we were here the last time
How perfectly your hands fit mine
How softly our lips came together
How we could stop the world just to make love
And you say that my eyes are beautiful
and that you want to love me
and you want me to love you
and you and me will love each other
and be in love
and be in love with being in love
But I know that
you know better than that
I know that you know better than
to make me want to love you
because I have loved you before
And I remember how those gentle hands hold hateful daggers
How those sweet lips are filled with bitter poison
And I remember how thirty days and a lifetime from now
we won't be able to make the world stop
to make love
because we won't make love
And you say you want to love me and
you want me to love you
and I know that you know better
because six months from now we will stop making love when
you land at the bottom of that cliff
when Romeo's poison turns your insides to venom
And I remember how you will kill me
I remember how softly and slowly you will kill me
How every time you stop kissing me goodbye
you will kill me
How every time you pull your hand away from mine
you will kill me
You will kill me with such subtlety that
six months from now when I walk in on you
with another man
and I see the daggers in your hands
stroking his face
and I see the poison on your lips
dripping onto his skin
My world will not stop for a single second because
I will already be dead
So don't offer me your gentle words tonight
Take instead this drink you offer
and fill it outright with your venom
and let me drink it now
because
I would rather sip these bitter toxins
of my jaded choosing
than
be so slowly killed by the sweet poison of your lips
Take your daggers and thrust them
into my chest
and
kill me right now
Because it only gets worse from here
We only get worse from here
And if you don't kill me swiftly now
you will kill me softly later
About the Creator
Jason Schweizer
Before the 2020 outbreak, I was a gainfully productive food server. When the shutdown shut down, Uncle Sam didn't come through for me. So today, I'm just a guy doing his best to get by in an uncertain world.
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