intermission… part one… poetry…

January 23, 2011 Posted by the writer

affliction of affinity

he calls me. sweetie. i come. to attention.
and i forget all about you.
we exchange. dependence. methods.
and i am tired. hearing wrong things.
about me. what i do not. tell.
while you were abandoning me.
i injected. darkness. something saved.
and everyone told. offered. with no substance.
we hurt. in twin patterns. frantically. finding.
i learned. missing. from the moment he left.
new ways. you abuse me. deeper than me carving.
cuts where you never looked. he whispers bandages.
i bow to what you bestow. false shot promises.
because i learned. fear motivates more.
here. with nothing. fetal curl cry.
i return. to wrong thing tactics.
have you ever revolved? to face emptiness.
because when i finally. bothered looking.
you were already. gone. where? i could not.
lifted. tripping. i stumbled. across what will hurt.
and he picked me up. with broken arms.
while you strut. above. only. making the fall.
that. much. harder.

About the writer

gretchen's brain is preoccupied with words.

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