you saw my face
but not my lips
as I mouthed words super-glued to my brain
and spat out a filmy residue of lies
with wintermint mouthwash
-freezing the truth to my vocal chords
as they strained to hit a perfect note beyond my range
without proper boxing gloves or even desire.
I swished your pretty poisons
around like oxygenised cyclones in my armoured lungs,
shredding the stitching of my left ventricle as
you systematically stripped it away from the right
and discarded both atriums in the recycling chamber
of your affection-friendly face.
I regurgitated one of our pretty (fake) conversations
so that you could see
with your own egocentric eyes
the words which I spent heart earned hours examining
vowel by vowel
for a single syllable of love.
but the truth is I never found it
so you never saw it
and you never saw me.
I swallowed up the pain,
cradled the many nervous pieces of my heart,
and after sewing the incompatible chunks of flesh together
I wrapped my gaping limb in strip of velvet
that I tore off your charitable curtains;
then I packed the volatile parcel with popping corn
in an impregnable iron box
for the interminable drive back to me.
Adding your comment:
I will be sure to get that book next time I'm out!
