have always tasted like forbidden fruit
an apple offered by a helpful serpent-
sweet and fleeting but
the words 'i loved you'
just taste of
i always thought that leaving you would be like leaving gomorrah
that i couldn't help looking back
and when i did i'd feel an ocean dry itself beneath my skin
but this is so much quieter
and so much worse.
my knuckles taste of blood,
there is no new testament here
just old testament fire
just lot's wife standing on a forgotten hill
rocksalt freezing her outstretched hands
watching her hometown burn below her.
there is no forgiveness here
just mutual loneliness
just a lost religion and a broken girl
far too tired to play pretend
watching you fall apart behind me.
I loved all sorts of lines in this, especially how the speaker vacillated in and out of Biblical imagery. The end was excellently crisp as well. Thanks so much for sharing, and I love seeing a piece of this caliber featured as a DD!
I .. identify with this in fact my preacher is aware of recent mistakes and refers to lots wife frequently and looks at me.. he isn't aware that I know he is aware but none the less it is blood chilling..
these words are lovely, heartbreaking.. but lovely
how religious he was... XD
Have a nice day!
i have enjoyed reading it
when i read it over and over again
i feel the strength of the poem
very nice work