Knock Out
I wake up dizzied by thoughts of you Circling round Like a knock out, Then I spend the rest of the day Icing away the pain Bumps and bruises on my decrepit heart Riddled like graffiti street art In stitches and scars, You itch my idea of wholeness How your gaze holds me like a spotlight In the warmth of your fleeting affection I've never known this kind of attention And I long for the days of ignorance Before making your acquaintance Before initiating this Back and forth dance Of readiness Unsteadiness Of hoping to bask in your loveliness To waking thoughts of how much I'm dreading this Love me, love me not Petals dismembered Like limbs from my lifeless body Hoping maybe someday You'll land on "love me" This hope remains My heartache's only remedy Echoing in masochistic melody Bloody and still outliving the disappointment of our yesterday