Fragile
guilt-ridden
consequentially unbalanced
Swallowing the pits of your
indecencies
Eternally loyal
(Though you would disagree)

Three hundred sixty spirals
(out of co n t r o l)
curling into a continuum
with no conceptual notions
of radius
Exhaustion an indefinite reality
I only know I
ache

Constantly hungry
(despite your tendency to overfeed)
Lonely as I am resented
Raising my neglected lashes
Catching a suspicious glance
chance
accidentally
turning your life astray
turning from me betrayed
I recede
wounded
by
unoriginal syntax

Occasional caresses
turn
cold
hard
fast
Away
A weight
on your chest
Despising my very existence
(no long-term recollection of my conception)
Yet sometimes sympathetic
nights find you
empty as
anxiously
dry wretched sobs
And I’ll revel in your attentiveness
until the unfortunate dawn presents
a new resolve
whom you (temporarily) befriend
Then blaming me
for invented alphabets
Claim to be
my protector
(protector of me
protecting me from thee)
Praising yourself
in the back

I remember a time
once
when I made you feel
good, oh so good
don’t stop
don’t

Stop and acknowledge
this metamorphosized reality
A hollow eggshell cracking
(I am lying dormant)
though
revenge is not in my vocabulary
deceivingly
(I wake)
crumbling and unintentionally
Catastrophic

This is my plea(se)

(I am your lie
you denyme always)

-mtg

Published in Carte-Blanche: Issue 4, June 2006
Third Place Winner Hour Poetry Contest, May 2006