Blowing Away

Blowing Away

In love with a silhouette, bathed in darkness,
which disappears from the doorway like an apparition,
never to return.
My heart leaves with you.

Even your shadow makes me crumble...

Crumbling...
I'm the meaningless crumb beneath your feet,
you're the agonizing thorn in my chest.
Someone explain how this is fair!
An evil I can't digest.

You've joined the army of jokers,
chuckling at my every expense
and mocking my existence...
But I tell you, I am much bigger than this.

Where did you learn to be so hard?
Frozen like Jack Frost, you reign over me like a tyrant.
With rock-solid features, you hide your emotions well
behind deliberate jet-black strands...
But I can read your insides.

You've cut me out of your life like a paper doll,
an innocent thing you can manipulate.
It's easier to rip paper than ice,
and you've taken advantage.

What will it take to melt you?

Tear out my heart, like a page from a book,
it couldn't do much more damage.
Look me in the eye, but don't say a word,
you couldn't do much more damage.

You aim to intimidate me,
and you've succeeded beyond your goal.
Mr. Big Shot, Mr. Too Cool,
never able to admit that I
instill the same fear in you.

You're a walking contradiction.

Always survival of the fittest.
Too terrified to open up and show your soul,
you're not as fit as you make yourself seem.
I'll show you mine, if you show me yours.

Such a shame...
you're too blind to see that,
more than anyone,
I "get" you.

You reveal your whole story to the
skeletons in your closet.
Piles of bones--no essence, no depth...
What makes them so special?

You build yourself up, as you knock me down.
You make me wish the sky would fall on my head.
Further and further in you I drown,
and at this point, I'd much rather be dead.

Time is running out.

I thought I spotted a glimpse of
the ocean deep in your eyes...
A painful, pale shade of blue.
But now I know
that you're just as shallow
as a wading pool.

Hold your breath and count to ten,
maybe I'll go away.
Close your eyes and count to ten,
maybe we'll all just go away.
Turn your back and count to ten,
maybe it'll all just blow away.


(Originally posted on December 4, 2007, @ darkalchemystudios.deviantart.com)

© Caitlin Blair Cogar