Poetry

The Queen of Making Mountains Out of Mole Hills

written by: OurSacredHonor

It's midnight, I'm standing in your backyard, underneath a tree
You're outside of your window on the balcony
As always I am looking up while you are looking down
I'm hoping for a gale force wind to move in and take you to the ground
I'd walk to your crippled body
And watch those dark eyes look up at me
I'd say, "I could've broken your fall
But you didn't want me here at all"
I wish a dozen broken bones for a single broken heart
I couldn't hurt you on my own, and if I could I wouldn't know where to start
Maybe your face, the source of beauty, paint that portrait black and blue
Or maybe your heart, if you'll place it in my hands, I'll break it right in two
Or maybe your lungs, I'll pump them full of carbon dioxide, exhale my words into you
Or maybe your tongue, I'll simply cut it out, so you can't say "I hate you too"
All this verbal bloodshed, silent violence, is it worth it for no reason?
After all it's almost fall now and this might have came with the change in season
Bleeding anger, blood red, shed like that cashmere sweater
Oh how we'd swear to one another after every fight it was getting better
Maybe all we accomplished was to dig a deeper grave
Maybe we've gone too far now and "us" cannot be saved
I'll dig my own grave, and hand you the shovel, to cover me up with dirt
Beat me unconscious so I can't scream and tell you much this hurts
I'd take my phone and hurl it at the wall again if I knew it'd really break this time
Anything to end this torture that has us hanging on the line
Busy signals brawls and voice mail murder, trying to make things right
"Press 7 to erase this message" [BEEP] thank you and good night

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