Hit that seven-year itch
before deadline.
It's like beating around the bush,
necropheliac style;
there's nothing left to say
but plenty left to fuck.
He compared me to his
Ophelia,
I could say I'm
-his- line of distinction.
The difference between love and sex,
is the high you get
when you hear him come into the room.
My mirror-soul is broken,
but I let the fragments sift
through your lips,
it's that seven-year itch, baby
Seven-year itch.
I can't say I'm not
crazy, can I?
Because psycho only begins
to describe what I feel
in my head-
I want you to touch me all over
but I want it with the words,
that used to linger on your lips.
'Ilati, Ilati'
I remember that name
that special one you called me,
it's ingrained into my brain,
and I want you
to say it to me.
It hurts me too.
That tearing of the skin
when I separated with you
from underneath your jacket
that day at the airport.
You told me.
Told me.
Told
me.
And what do I want to say now,
that you won't speak.
I want to scream it to you,
that I love you
and I want you
and I want you to REPLY.
I want you to remember
what you used to act like
and take me into you
and make me into yours
Treat me now,
the way you did when I was at your side.
I apologize
for the fact that I'm not.
Treat me like a lover, yes
treat me like a friend.
Talk to me like you would the rain,
keep me from tearing me out again
Seven-year itch.
Say something,
anything,
more than 'I love you, I love you too.'
Sometimes (just)
love
doesn't cut it.
I can feel inside your head
is it my fault
that it hurts so bad?
Take me into you baby,
take me away.
Author notes
I originally wrote this a little over a year ago, I just saw this contest and had to enter it, it fit so perfectly. Anyway, I hope it's what you're looking for, and if it's not I hope you at least got a good read from it.
A contest entry
- Sevens by malmadre.
900 points, ended February 4, 2008, 8 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
I request your most honest statements.
Comments
-
Very mature and interesting thoughts running through this poem, the lines about the tearing of the skin saying goodbye at the airport was very descriptive of a painful separation. Hard to explain the seven year itch, and I believe that we all hit before the deadline at some point in our life..so glad you contributed this.
-
Great to have you back my dear *hugs* What have you been up to recently eh? Let me know via that wonderful book of faces they call Facebook.
Vicious and sad poem btw, I like your musings on love because it lacks a real definitive answer, but chews on the main problems relationships come across.
*hugs*
-
This is crazy. When I say crazy..I mean psycho. It's awesome.
Seven year itch...I can't even write about it. It's hilarious though. It would be a cool song for a musical or something like that.
Adding your comment:
