I am but a weed
rooted in solemn shade
From a carefree seed
slid down a dewed grass blade
Shall I sway to pose
against the heinous rose
If only to stand a chance
from the pruning gardener’s glance
Having always viewed the weed as an underdog I will be her champion tonight.
I wish I had written our last line first,
Acrid words for the ears of destiny’s cursed
Before even our first frenzied kiss
That awkward, coffee tinged joust
Of chafed lips
Before the dreams dashed
Before the hopes halted
I wish I had written our last line first
A frail cool breeze
Filters through the trees
As gentle as a patient lover’s kiss
Then the ominous grey
Transforms the summer’s day
The bored lover walks away
Be not as fickle as the weather
Carry an umbrella
Even when a heart is soaked through
Know tomorrow she will renew
Shall I undo all the memories of you?
As a magician might hypnotize an audience member.
Throw a dark cloak and obscure every moment,
every falsehood uttered
Then pull my white rabbit heart from a top hat.
Yes I would volunteer to stand centre stage,
Spotlight on my pain
Be sawed into halves, or infinite pieces
However long it takes
Numbed to the teeth rasping back and forth.
(Insert audience gasp)
Just to be free of you.
When an empath encounters a narcissist, the former could well do with a magician to erase the whole miserable encounter. No rabbits were harmed during this act.
Image courtesy of American Museum of Magic.