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Fight

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brachingritualz



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Fight

Rope me in, then toss me out
like a fishing rod in search of triumph.
After all, I am yours to cast about.
Gently release me from the hook Iíve swallowed like an eager fool
Or take me home and gut me if it helps you achieve fullness.
Itís not that I donít value my own life enough to fight,
in fact I squirmed and wreathed to my last wide eyed breath at your feet,
before accepting the simple truth like a step in the grieving process.
As sure as the sky is vast, I was always going to lose.

Facts never make a shattered reality easier to swallow than glass
and time didnít make adjusting any more possible
when my overpopulated brain was starkly robbed of every subject
the moment we are finally left alone.
Like winning the lottery after playing for so many years
without winning a dollar, holding the jackpot induces a period of silence
that cannot be explained.
I hyperventilate from the inside,
but canít think of a single thing to say to save my life,
even if all I had to do was ask for a brown lunch bag.

Raise your arms and throw me into a wall, or
waive your index finger like a wand and let me slide down to the floor to rest,
as far as Iím concerned every move you make is sorcery
and I canít do a damn thing to stop you from having your way.
Hours before we are scheduled to meet,
I am consumed my nausea, panic and irrational fear.
I approach the door and feel up my legs and chest,
my heart skips and my breathing becomes irregular as I check
ďAm I wearing pants, did I forget to put on a shirt after I showered?Ē
Ridiculous, right?
Still itís become a ritual, just in case.
Sometimes I chew gum like the nerves I wish I could devour,
ripping apart every insecurity between my teeth like tobacco
then gargling the liquid from cheek to cheek before spitting out
a high thatís faded and needs to be discarded.

Itís not that I lack self-respect,
In fact I have plenty.
Itís just that itís all simply been undermined
by her recurring part in my dreams, more than I can remember anyone else being.
Her starring role in my every other thought, like even numbers, higher than I can count.
Itís messing with my waking confidence,
and my head at any given time.
I scold myself over and over to no avail;
ďWhatís wrong with you?!?Ē
I reel myself in from impulse and exclamations
I want to shout when she strikes me a certain way, for instance
ďI love you!Ē or ďI want to have your babies!Ē
Which is crazy;
I donít even want to make babies,
but all of a sudden I can imagine it happening
when I see her holding one.
ďStop, stop, stop, stop, stop it!!Ē
I tell myself
but it comes out sounding more like a nursery rhyme than a penalty.

For the record, let it be known
That I put up a fightÖ
I simply lost it
somewhere between her white smile, virile hands and chameleon eyes.
Itís not that I donít value my life and liberty,
I pushed her away like a menacing predator
until she pinned me down by my shoulders and the illusion of my pride
and kissed my forehead while I cried and stewed in anger.
As sure as the world is round,
I was always going to lose.

I have been possessed by my own desire
And I cannot help but wonder
Would you be more scared, surprised or charmed
if you knew just how much and how bad it all ran
like an addiction kept secret for the wellbeing of others.
Would you ever speak to me again
after reading just one of these
like an ounce of my daily routine being shared like a needle?

As for the fight,
may the record show
that I tried, but simply lost it
somewhere between her insane eyes, unreal smile and carnal hands
like a hook to the jaw before hitting the mat face first.
As for how it all ends, all it really took was a glance.
Stick a fork in me, Iím done.
Throw in the towel and call over the ref.
For the lack of more eloquent terms, well
IímÖ..
fucked.
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Post Fri Dec 23, 2011 10:55 pm 
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Such an abundance of eloquency, a positive stream of gleaming adjectives, a superlative of description...all leading down to the total simplicity of the sentence that encapsulates it all

IímÖ..
fucked.


Brach, I would love to be able to open my mouth, place my fingers on the keys and let the words spill forth like you do. Im so dry in that respect of late.



HugZ, MG

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