Creator, Performer, Teacher

Floating Words

Poetry from the core of me.

Acid

I can almost see our love disintegrate

In our acidic lies

We both filled the glass with them

Some small

Some others big

All tinged with guilt and shame

The pain we gave was mutual

Always in all ways

We both landed many blows

In the brawl of our love

Both tended to the other’s wounds

In the aftermath of each fray

Now that it seems we’re ending

I would like the record to reflect

That I am the only one

Who wants to make it last

Though with every breath

And spoken word

I wonder

Why I’m still hanging on at all

To something so acidic

Toxic even

To its core

KJ BellComment