Time Must Be Up

by Michaelle

I'm hidden in a subliminal atmosphere
-you think you can find me?
I'm lost in the dark, black on black.
-you think you'll be able to see me?
Even in the light
I appear as shadow with no shadow.

Lines you use on my lay dormant,
like a dead body on its coffin-
the final sleep
Sex is no longer a refuge
more like a battle
we fight to see who comes up harder
though you hold the tool of hardness-
My demeanor breaks the rigidness
-and leaves you limp and hanging

It is no longer about love and intimacy
-but power and control
I'm letting go with pain in my heart
-but no remorse in my mind
It was a love
-but now it's just a story for me to embellish
None like you will ever again exist
-but one like me will continuously subsist
I am loosing the capacity to hold you still in my embrace
I face,
a heart that hangs low- a head that stays high

I don't fret unconditional goodbyes.
I see your eyes
you don't see mine
Like a ghost,
I'm ghost
I float on by

Time Must Be Up by Michaelle

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