The Contortionist

as I begin to sink into this fate that I have tried so hard

to tread while you sit with your magazines

your cigarettes your apathy

as we continue downward into lukewarm discontent

descending side by side as retrospect and

time devour our thoughts and our long nights

with such civilized but brutal taste in suffering

and self disgrace your disappointment paints

your eyes a darker shade of brown and your

poor excuses reek of such expensive wine

while my replies of cowardice get molded

into forgiveness for everything you said and

everything you did i have failed to forgive you for

either i tried but i failed to forgive any aspects of

either fairweathered friend how could these eyes

ever forget those lustfull nights seeing your lips

pressed against theirs as i tried to forget

i tried but failed i begin to sink into this fate

that i have tried so hard to tread because

apparently i'm much too dense your much

too tired and oh so stressed ignoring all these

words that i am struggling to say so put down

your pill bottles put down your glass of wine

put down all of your magazines

and look me in the eye and

tell me that your happy tell me

this is what you wanted from me because

it's everything i have and everything

i can afford such curteous envy

i tried but i failed to forgive

any aspects of either she never said

she wants it all i bet she does i bet she does