Deleted User said 6 years, 9 months ago:

‘But Isn’t Getting There Half the Fun?’
February 10th, 2015

Here I lay, inside this lie
I’m “recovering”, I swear it, I
Never saw it coming (it was in my face)
Too late to start running (couldn’t keep a pace)
I faced it head on, I had no choice
There’s no more to say, I’ve lost my voice

Just keep on moving;
Resist the urge to rust
Chill the flames of anger,
Curb your lust,
And love if you can, like you used to
Wasn’t that all I knew how to do?
Do I even know what tense to use?
How can I, after her deadly ruse?
The feeling of her lips,
Her hips against mine,
Back when was closer to fine,
But now, my wires, she rips, and rips,
Every sleepless night
Every night

That knife of mine isn’t so cold anymore
Warmer than my bed, that’s for sure
It whispers temptation, thoughts of sin
Can’t help but grin,
But I’m holding on to what I haven’t got,
And that’s an awful lot
I’ve marched for so long,
The rhythm is stuck in my head
I fear I’ll always be the way she left me;
Not breathing, but feeling
No heartbeat, but bleeding
Only halfway dead
.

Tommy said 6 years, 9 months ago:

Amazing poem man, It definitely conveys a feeling that I can relate to. I especially like your last few lines.
Not breathing, but feeling
No heartbeat, but bleeding
only halfway dead

Really great read!

Deleted User said 6 years, 9 months ago:

Thank you.
I wish I could write something more positive, though, like I used to.
It’s so difficult to even attempt it.