The Needle Holds Your Perfect Trick

by FlowerThatDied   Feb 5, 2010


I left you, I loved you, I love you still,
I know, with full heart, I always will,
There's nothing that fills this void,
And with my entire being you toyed,

But please don't leave me standing here,
There's nothing but this, nothing I fear,
I'm so frightened of being alone,
But I don't want another to be where I call home.

I know you were terrific, the demon with no face,
You're crippling words and your cold skin it makes my heart race.
I feel defeated for letting you go,
It was a battle for me, that much I know,

You were the game I could not lose,
You are the card I'll always choose,
The pictures in my head come up blank,
When I let it go the balloon sank.

There's something within me it burns and it winds,
Up against your skin it grinds and it grinds,
In a strange way I want to make you fall,
I want it to be your voice that I hear call.

You always know the perfect trick,
To have me on my knees, it makes me sick,
How do you play such aces with my mind?
When your physical self I can no longer find.

There's an independant foundation set inside me of late,
There is no part of me that will stand and wait,
My heart it aches, it doesn't understand,
How I could give you up and find new land.

It's like a sudden poison that seeps through every vein,
What I let you do, it drives me insane,
I did such wicked things when in your arms,
I gave in to everything, all your wicked charms.

And now I'm in rehab, this cold dark place,
Where nothing's simple and I see no face,
There will always be that part of you,
I save it in a needle when I need to see through.

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