You play dead but you never bleed.
You cry but the tears stroll down my face.
It rains and I am the one rolling in the mud.
Does it have to be all absence and pain?
When I want to follow the smell of leather and gasoline
You hide your tracks and put on the voicemail.
And I keep on calling, I keep on falling behind you.
Others want to catch me but I will not let them.
I finish the cigarette, it leaves me dizzy.
Days of smoke and mist without you.
Who thought I could see your face in a glass of whisky?
Who thought that I could see my fear on a demon’s face,
My shame painted on the ceiling, the walls, the floor?
Lying on the green grass until it is golden and summer has come,
Turning my back on a broken jukebox,
Kneeling under what it seems to be a desire for you.
Your lies choking me, writhing inside of me.
Would it be easy to leave behind the knife
Pretend I am just another girl amongst many?
Holy water can’t exorcise the suffering
Neither salt will cleanse my wounds and keep your demons out.
In this haze I walk an empty country road
Not every story ends with a couple riding into the sunset
Some end with a girl sleeping soaked under a tree
Finishing another cigarette, sipping another bottle
Wrapping her hands around a haunted chest
Putting pins in a silent heart that won’t bleed more.
She leaves the miles behind, she leaves her skin behind
Under bridges she rocks herself to sleep
In towns whose name she forgets she bites her lip till it bleeds
But she can still taste the past
And the breeze that’s passing through the leaves
It still smells of leather and gasoline.
Author notes
Inspired by the "Supernatural" tv couple Dean Winchester and Jo Harvelle. Set after "Born under a bad sign". It is Jo's point of view, her feelings after Dean said he would call and he never did.
Not complete.Might turn into a two piece poem or a story might follow.
A contest entry
- Love Askew by whispernthedark.
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wow first i love supernatural and its so cool how you relate your poem to them .. and this poem is amazing . i could so relate to it , i know how it feels like to go through something and feeling like everyday is dark cloud its like your possed nothing light goes in .. i especially love this stanza "Would it be easy to leave behind the knife
Pretend I am just another girl amongst many?
Holy water can’t exorcise the suffering
Neither salt will cleanse my wounds and keep your demons out.
In this haze I walk an empty country road
Not every story ends with a couple riding into the sunset
Some end with a girl sleeping soaked under a tree
Finishing another cigarette, sipping another bottle
Wrapping her hands around a haunted chest
Putting pins in a silent heart that won’t bleed more.
thats pretty deep i love it !
thank you for entering i love this !
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Wonderful... I love the effects of lingering.
Great write, thank you for entering the contest. Good luck.
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whisper
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I dont know the tv show, but the poem is great as it is. It is thoughtful and interesting.
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Liked the story that you tell here-certainly open for more verses. Interesting title you have chosen for this piece.
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Wonderful! ^.^
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