:dust:
as I am so suddenly aware of every breath and half-hidden tremble
the bits of you that don't belong
jutting out so emphasized now
close your eyes so complacently; secret justification
you just can't
stand this
overwhelming sensation
every inch of you so comprimisingly close and
the hairs on the back of your spine
the confusion comes spiraling in now
the disastrous hesitation (on my part)
and you cry
don't...stop!
through asphyxiation
this is the end, I say
of your now disillusioned self
don't hold on to your solitude now
it's ony three weeks until...
you gave in to the social quotation, the
he said she didn't like that
your button-holes ripping right out of my pocket
and you can't seem to find them again
and you cry
don't...stop!
through salty equations
I lied to you again.
date:circa August, 2006
recording:listen
The breaking of one's integrity can be disastrous.
This is about young couples that give in to having sex because of peer pressure or preconceived ideas, despite their internal compass pointing in the opposite direction.
It was interesting; I didn't actually mean for the internal rhyme to be there, but three-quarters if the way through writing it I read it alloud and realized how much it is there and how much it ties the whole thing together, so I continued it through the rest of the poem.
I've never been quite sure how "your button-holes ripping right out of my pocket" makes any sense. In fact, it seems quite impossible. But it relates to an incident that happened in a schoolyard.
I'll let you all wonder.