Let Bygones Be Buy Guns
I have carried you in my arms round the four seasons,
Connected you to the memories of a train & station,
You were the last train that travelled day & night over the arteries of my hand,
You were my last train & I was your last station.
You were responsible for the joy of my world,
I made you a star in my orbit,
I crumbed the bread of my ambition - Divided it into two,
Gave you the shape of my mouth -When you spoke, people found my voice in you.
I love how we climbed the orbit of the planets of myths & wonders.
All the memories are now moods in a moment of ferment,
Your temperament are within a moment flared,
I love your stabs because they never come from behind,
I love your unbending fangs of vampire malice.
I sleep filling my eyelids with your lashes of madness,
You turn someone else on to comfort you - satisfy you
Because I taste bitter.
It’s normal with you - but weakens million arteries in me
I have cooked from the coal of depression - my tomorrow is dead.
You’re now an absence I mention every moment - I regret that.
How much it would have been easier
If I have died scattered among winds & turbulence,
Drown in a raging sea - carrying folds of a wave of my corpse,
& not to write those pages again the moment you betrayed me - broke the covenant of true love.
But I promise bygones will be bygones when I finally buy guns to shoot to death the disturbing memories & worries.
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