• illicit_skunk 19w

    like poles repel

    together, we're a shipwreck.
    the two pieces of a magnet
    once whole,
    won't ever reconcile the same
    because they've formed distinct poles.

    when you drop that rogue exterior
    and your eyes soften at dawn,
    you'll hear a lullaby;
    but the voice will be someone else's;
    mine's holding grudges.

    I'm drifting far away
    in search of a place called home
    having dug the shape and form
    out of you,
    where I couldn't find an abode.

    revelations are like morning newspapers.
    I collect them only to leave them at the table
    for you to read while you sip
    your cup of tea;
    which, is anything but me.

    it is only when you leave
    that I tiptoe towards your empty cup
    to read the leaves;
    to touch the crockery with my fingers and my lips
    exactly where yours had touched it.

    you write letters to me
    addressing them to anonymous identities
    only to crawl back into bed
    with pocket full of empty envelopes
    to be stuffed inside me.

    my wrist is like the neck of a mockingbird
    which you keep snapping;
    a heart like that of yours
    is worn at the sleeve
    and it keeps breaking
    loose.

    together, we're a shipwreck.
    the two pieces of a magnet
    once whole,
    won't ever reconcile the same -
    so be the wilful dole.

    ©illicit_skunk