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ThEnd of N3
You led me on…
let me down,
misread in between the lines.
Impersonated, but not myself – then misinterpreted…
Burst the way I felt,
stole the sigh I tried to free…
Threw stones at me until I bled;
slit my tongue, kissed until I scarred inside,
unmeant the words I said.
You’re staring into one-way mirrors…but still can’t see.
Competing with my reflection,
but I’m the one I hate you most.
Let. Loose. Spill. Breach.
Watch where you slip, I’m underneath the what you think.
Just beyond the out of reach.
You took me down;
made me sick,
uncorked the bottom of my bends.
Lost my beginnings, found my ends,
made believe my make pretends.
Murdered my desire…
…again and again.
Misdirected the yet unseen.
Spilled my speak, spoiled my wine.
Laughed at when I hurt the most,
pushed me down the slide.
That’s why…
…the closer you get, the farther I must stay.
If you didn’t see it coming,
it’s because you never looked my way.
Posted by Invisibleye in: Poetry 
25 September, 2008 