Lovers Intervention
Written by: Nathaniel Williams
More than once or twice before,
We would be beaten, bruised, and torn
Sore and often reborn in the forlorn gore
Beneath the skies following the raging storm
And as I think and reminisce,
I'm reminded of the subtle hints,
Henceforth encumbered of why ever since,
The reasons we would often miss or dismiss
To hide the pieces in pits,
our shattered bits from our fits
of flying rage that hits like the flying of fists
What we never saw coming,
like the addicts with tricks,
or throwing verbal bricks—
To and fro glass houses we resisted to fix!
Fighting to stray far from the sick mix
of a suicide we persisted to assist
amid the urge to insist to twist
our rug burned wrists
then add to our list of firsts
enriched in sin fished from wishes wished
only to have it briskly whisked betwixt
our brittle most bitterness of this Judas kiss.
So remove your fallacious hand from my chest,
tear my heart from these clutching ribs,
then cauterize the ungodly wounds.
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