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~The Closure Myth~

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  • 11-09-2004 11:21am
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    Closed Accounts Posts: 408 ✭✭


    I hurtle up awake
    To the surface
    From the lovely suffocation of sleep
    Take my temperature along with the usual two painkillers
    My circadian rhythm out of whack
    My heartbeat weak

    You’ve got me writing about you again
    Got me so I can’t sleep in
    Winding a way into my thought processes
    Like a river I remember

    All the tributaries
    That brought us together

    Mulled wine
    Identitcal vulnerability
    Sharing a black cat

    My pen about to run out
    Is that a sign I should stop
    Trying to get you out

    Onto paper
    Outside of me

    Somewhere other
    Than underneath
    This new life I’ve created
    For me

    +

    My words to you are wearing black
    Long after I thought grief had gone underground

    So I’ll use your full name again
    Put all your home-made CDs away

    What about that soul-mate book
    You gave me—
    It cost €3.20—
    Do you want that back as well?

    And maybe I did use you for money
    But I think you liked it—
    So does it still count?

    Funny how it all comes down
    To a laptop and a blanket
    And all I can think is:

    Is that all you’ll ever really given me?
    Comfort and a way to stay in touch?
    How do I ship that back exactly?

    Where did all those pearls go anyhow?
    Did I drop them too many times?
    Didn’t I line them up in a row?

    +

    Why do all my relationships come down to this
    Disturbing element of third-party involvement
    Technology-savvy interlopers
    Saving me from infuriated ex-lovers
    Trying to gate-crash my life
    From out of nowwhere

    You would write me postcards from McDonald’s
    I think you were actually proud you got mugged
    It was a great story to tell people

    But now you’re angrier than ever
    Engaged to someone else
    You can use your mother tongue on her
    But it’s not enough
    Even though you love her

    Is it because we never had full-on sex?
    (Don’t you realize I wanted you more than that?)
    Because I asked you to stop calling me honey?
    (Don’t you know possession is nothing new to me?)

    Well my vitriol is slowly fading
    Like a screen I have shut down
    The part of my heart you inhabited
    For so long

    Seeping away into resignation
    And clamped-down sadness
    I am turned off

    The shock blocked out
    By the arrival of another day
    Without you in it

    +


Comments

  • Hosted Moderators Posts: 5,945 ✭✭✭BEAT


    I can dig it ;)


  • Closed Accounts Posts: 408 ✭✭shiv


    thanks beat--i'm sure we've all been there at one point or another!!


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