Tuesday, July 10, 2012

Dirty


Dirty 07-10-2012

You left early in the morning
without a goodbye
I touch the space on your side
turn my face and sigh

I throw the covers off of me
expose the chest cavity
rise up like a zombie
with hunger to satisfy

Why did you have to leave
and take the biggest part of me?
Now I'm walking through this Hell
Searching for my soul to sell...
... and I feel dirty
Feel so dirty...

Voided and broken
a shambling mess
Laying with another
While my eyes protest

To feel anything again
Is my one and only crime
But it's only temporary
To satiate or pass the time

Dust it off, shake it clean
Open up and rip the seam
Fill it in and pat it down
I'm ashamed of what I found...
... and I feel dirty
So damn dirty...

In a heap, on the floor
Crying, fighting, wanting more
I have no right to ask for help
I brought this all on myself
... and I feel dirty
So fucking dirty...

4 comments:

  1. I know it's only one line in the poem... BUT... if there's one thing I've learned... partially from YOU... is that we are always worth HELP. I love you Brad.
    ... It's a good poem. Gut wrenching. Soul twisting. Bowel curdling.

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    1. LOL, I'm fine... just woke from a nap after dreaming of an ex that made me feel that way. The words flowed like aged mercy wine, so I HAD to uncork that bitch! ^_^

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    2. Also... "bowel curdling" made me giggle! ^_^

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  2. This speaks to me.

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