Jan 07

Goodbye Thorn

I.
Pry open split lips
spewing red anger,
and swollen eyes
spitting salty tears.
Trace the cuts,
the bruises,
the hellos,
the goodbyes.
Sore throat,
choke-choke-choking
on greetings and
forgiveness.

II.
She asks where I was
with a vice-grip,
wrist screams,
vision turns.
I say "Busy".
Ellipsis.
Forgive me.
"Forgot me"
she mumbles
and stumbles off
to a cave of her own.

III.
Alone,
she sulks and sobs,
fingerprints smeared across her arms,
self-soothing
to forget how she is losing it all.

IV.
Leave first,
forget second,
show your back
so it doesn't hurt.
If you run first,
you win first,
and maybe hurt less.

V.
Kiss,
kiss long gone,
kiss her goodbye,
kiss this goodbye,
you miss her
and how things were.
"Hello" is stuck on
small ravine riddled
rouged lips and
clammy palms.
"Goodbye" is what you like to remember
"You're gone" is how it
ended.