Good Intentions… Past, Lost, Mocked

Your past, my past,

it’s mocking us, every day,

every way it can;

memories, torment,

futility and pain, slap in face,

cracked leather.

Good intentions violated, screwed,

raped;

today’s future is hollow,

the things that were meant to be

are gone.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

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Inhale, Exhale… (Implosion… Explosion…!)

Because you are you,

and I have no other true ally,

my nuclear lover,

any treachery is magnified infinitely,

to treason, to perfidy,

beyond reason,

and I react

exponentially.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

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Such Is… Sadness

C’est la vie, you say,

resignedly.

I agree,

the situation sucks,

but

let’s attribute blame correctly:

C’est la société.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

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Another Step Closer…

Hurting people hurt

the ones they love the most,

allegedly.

Self-destructive vibe,

imposed and acknowledged:

if you’re as tortured as me,

you know,

intrinsically,

it is yourself

and everybody,

equally,

that you despise,

as they drive you

another step closer

to suicide.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

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Dead Eyes, Soul Mates

Remembering classic novels,

fairy tales,

inherited wisdom

of what you are meant to do,

I gaze deeply into his eyes,

hoping to see a sparkle,

a reflection of love

looking back at me.

But I am disappointed,

the eyes don’t shine,

they are flat,

devoid of any emotion

but pain and hopelessness.

The eyes are the window to a soul

of pain.

I look away.

All I can think of is death,

dead dreams, loss,

murdered opportunities,

life sucked dry.

… Sadness personified.

If I was the type,

I would cry.

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And,

as I feel him squeeze my hand,

I wonder whether the eyes I saw

were in fact his

or

a reflection of mine.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

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