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Author: Allen Robinson
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Date: 29/03/2020
№ 1200985
Tainted Lips
The taste of Life, though bittersweet, Still lingers on my lips. Tainted with what is known now, Smeared with what I missed. My eyes no longer all aglow, My heart no open door. My lips are chapped with reality, My tongue, silenced above the roar. Oh Life, give me a crytal ball, No need to be shimmering clear. Let me catch just a sliver of a glance, Tainted lips, bile after taste, what I had always feared. I gave, I took, I watched and often all with smiling lips. To thank me for what I sacrificed... You leave me to face this... Twist the blade you leave behind... please!
What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why (List I)
What lips my lips have kissed, And where, And why; I know not why.
What arms have held me, And how tightly, And how rightly; I know not why.
He was my friend Of all friends, but It was futile to be Just friends. So, i Let him have me, All of me. Nothing shatters you Like a first love.
He gets all of you, Drags away these Shards of you That stick in his memory, Of that desperate girl who Only wanted to be loved by him. But could not trust him, And rightly so.
For when he has grown sick Of you, And that girl at the party Was simply easier to be with - - More vanilla, Less rocky road, And he never really Loved you at All -- Something is killed Inside of you.
[but i know you did love me and i Know you still think about me, Like i still write about you. ]
He was my friend but We had never been together Alone. i knew that He wanted all of me. And i wanted all of him. Yet, i held him, His body trembling In my arms, And he was still too in love With that other girl To take advantage Of me. [he loved this girl that Made him move to the states, That lived with him and loved him, And then loved another And then slept, soundly, next to him In the darkness. ]
I had just met him And just kissed him And just fell too fast for this Fast-moving man. We strolled along the Charles, and he told me i was Beautiful and gave me a flower Like they do in those Idiotic romantic comedies That we all can't help but love. And when he kissed me on The bridge - - Grabbed my wrist and Thrust me into his Lips - - The city lights Illuminated our Fervent faces, And then i let him have Most of me, And at that hollywood moment I forgot that Men will do these things. And leave you naked in the night. And say they'll call. [they never do. ]
He was just a Flat out Mistake. There was nothing Poetic About us. I do always strive, In living, For pure poetry.
Three days later, He was another mistake. He kissed me and i forced The passion because i just Wanted to be close to someone And he was there, and it was easy, And i never should have asked Him to be with me That night. i know that Now.
And so, the girl i had been So long ago No longer exists. And thus, i feign my Demeanor, My kindness to Strangers. It's simply affectation. Because, from what i've Ascertained In my exceedingly dramatic life, Most people are shit. No, seriously. Most people Are shit.
And so, why bother with recounting What loves have come and gone, For my innocence is now gone. Summer sang in me for a short while, And these flames extinguished Its voice.
He was exactly like my first love. An asshole. Hilarious, gorgeous, But an asshole as it was. And still, i let him have Most of me, And feigned my amicable demeanor, And spent the day with him. And when he left i cried Because i knew what this Had meant nothing to Either of us, and it was Finally Getting to me.
For the next few months I convinced myself that i could be Alone, that being with someone, Really being with them Would simply Dim the unrestrained sparks inside of me. Thus i realize i stand frozen in the snow - - In winter stands the lonely tree, which is me. And i apprehend that the fucks i give Vanish one by one. And i apprehend that my heart Boughs more silent than ever before.
That is, Until he asks me to grab A drink or two, And stay the night at my Place, and says He's looking for something Casual, at first. And sex. And if we were compatible, He is o p e n For a relationship. And i let him have Most of me that Night. and we had A stressless Non-relationship For a while. That is, Until i wanted him To stay longer than an hour [which even the assholes Deign to do] And at the drop Of a hat, in his eyes, I'mattached.
Well maybe i am. But he will Never know that. Because he doesn't want
Me. Nor does he care about The person, the woman, who inhabits The body he has been exploiting. He is the very opposite of poetry. He is prose. He is a box Who does not Want to get Attached to Me because He is scared As all hell That maybe I could be The one to Turn his prose into A free verse, to open up his Life to love, but instead He closeshimselfup To me, to the notion, Hibernating in his Lovely shell.
The air is awash of ghosts Tonight who tap and sigh, Who long to take Back the body they So readily seized when It was open for them. they Await my reply. but in my Heart remains a quiet pain For all of these lads who Will remain now Unremembered and who Will no longer turn to me At midnight with a cry, Convinced my disguise is Who i am.
[what they know won't Hurt them. But it absolutely will Hurt me. ]
So I sat With a cigarette hanging from my lips Whispering for you to stay Your lips smelled like alcohol And your body was exhausted Exhausted of me Exhausted of life So I let you go But it was such a big mistake I didn't know how much I would miss Those pink alcoholic lips
