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You inoculated me, so I was immune to your love
Gave me just a taste then dried me up
Time and space coagulates in place
Congealing and sealing everything you took away
No more conscious volition I enter submission
Just outside my peripheral vision
The sound of your hand saying goodbye is a wavelength
I no longer hold flowers, I am just an empty vase
And the music in my head is the sound of rain
I hear all the notes as they pour over my membrane
The most harrowing orchestra that will ever play
A mere hologram of what used to hold weight
I disinfect my intellect so I can no longer recollect
An infliction prescription you wrote for my addiction
And the echo of this humming drum is what I run from
Trying to escape the loud pounding rhythm
But your touch left an impression on my reflection
When I look in a mirror I can see all your confessions
Painted with colors so tainted and tasteless
Who knew we were encrypted with something so scripted
And the silence of your absence was a quiet guidance
Of how you told me my feelings for you were benign
But when I kissed you it impaled me with your lie
And it was on your bed in that hotel that I was crucified
Chloe Marina
Fri 29th May 2015 19:14
Aww thank you Cynthia! I want to say I deeply appreciate your commenting so thank you so much :). Yes it was a little wordy I was mostly just playing around with sounds and rhymes. I think it sounds better read out loud but I agree it isn't my best work, there's always things to improve.