Imgormiel
Part of the furniture
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Ballad of Possessive Insecurity
A film or a matinee.
Is a place, where this should belong.
But life, has. Its twists, today.
The forever strangled throat.
Each day, she passes him in her car.
With a face of love but stone.
Like the bear he is.
Baited and tied, by chain to a pole.
Here is this place, of great sadness.
The silent desire.
A possessive prose.
She wants him.
Yet she, does not.
She seeks.
He be, forever unhappy.
The twisted broken girl.
Will never, let him go.
Each morning he dreams.
Of some place far away.
But by night.
His dread fills his lonely room.
A faded person.
The aside in a play.
And there, alone.
He imagines his escape.
But this love he has for her. Always. Holds sway.
Where his love for her holds him down.
Reaching, like hands across water.
Denial. Denial.
Her infrastructure pushes him away.
And roses left in her place.
Felt like flowers left on her grave.
They continue to drift apart.
The extinguished fire.
The sickly confectionery joke.
She wants him.
Yet she, does not.
She seeks.
He be, forever unhappy.
The twisted broken girl.
Will never, let him go.
