4.) Drift
My eyes are crippling
My mind agonizing
Praying for peace as I fall asleep
An indulgence for mercy of death
Would forego berating suffering
I only saw your face behind the mask
As you would drift to sleep
The game of falling in love
The drug that put me under
A magic trick slipped into the drink you were pouring
A spell I fell, from gullible prince to bitter toad
You the wicked insufferable witch
Wrapped in persona of a Cinderella disguise
Tangled through your soft skin
Burned invisible webs through my body
I can still feel the fire
A deserting love's scorn
Fueled within an empty vessel
Consumed only with confusion
My attempts to close in
With futile spears, failing to penetrate
Through the famine appetite of your cynical heart
Forever dissatisfied
Polar opposite to my desire of intense intimate attachment
Pushes as I drift, drift, drift away
Dissolved into abstraction of crushed pieces
You can try to mold me into your emotional crutch
But you can never again pick me apart.
~georgetowne ray