18 November 2012
I'm lost within the creases
Of a faded map and falling
In a controlled contortion,
A slow death-spin
At the mercy of gravity,
And the sluggish,
Hateful, steady
Tick of every clock,
The deceitful turn
Of each page of a
Never-ending calendar
Of yearning and want,
Days, weeks, months,
Crossed off,
Scratched from existence
As empty, meaningless.
Day in, day out,
Sitting in hopeless expectation
Of the worst but wishing
For a Hollywood ending,
For you and your freedom,
To release my rusted body
From the chafing shackles
Of loves memory.
Am I just a victim with
Rope burns at my wrists,
Acid to erase my fingerprints?
Am I naivety and innocence,
A well-planned play
In your game of love chess?
No, I've held all the cards
Each play has been a careful
Trap, laid and executed by me.
But for all the agony and irony,
The marbled mess
Of joy and pain,
The sacrifices of both our
Selfish relationship games,
That etched wonder of
A replayed memory,
Means I wouldn't have it
Any other way.
I Wouldn't Have It Any Other Way • Opuss № I