Days of Creation

-Disclaimer: I can’t write poetry for shit-

In the beginning there was you

It was always you first, with you I’m

An addict with an insatiable thirst

I inject you straight for a more intense

High, so potent you could kill me,

Though I’d gladly die for one more taste

Of your sweet disdain, your diamond nails

Slice open my veins, my blood is so thin

That I hemorrhage, diluted with you

My soul is an umbrage, they say the

Shaking will end so I try to pretend

That life without you has a meaning.

On the second day there was you

Always feeling like second, you

Never let me forget it, saying that

She was Nirvana and you, not so much

Is that why you never let me close enough

To touch my heart to yours, you knew

It beat only for you, but you wouldn’t let

Me through, I was only a phase, your

Teenage years going up in a blaze of glory,

An amusing story to tell by the fire

Mocking my desire, you just never knew

It was real, I should not have let you

Steal what wasn’t mine to give.

On the third day there was you

Trying to touch me in all the wrong

Places, never knew which of my faces

You were ‘kissing’, (or mauling),

You smashed the remnants of my pride

Made me plead to be forgiven when

I was the one being driven to the edge

You fucking crazy bitch you gave me

Sleepless nights, endless fights, stuck

Between two fire signs, tried to make

My soul resign, evaporate and dissipate

It took a gale force wind to push you out

But like a bad tattoo you remind me of

Every bad choice I ever made.

On the fourth day there was you

Everything I love about you I created

And now, after reality has been reinstated

I still think more of you than you’ve been

I would have married the you of my dreams

You almost came back, but I wanted you too

Much, I guess, because you left again, I confess

It really was for the best, and sometimes

I still undress you in my mind, but then I realize

That your eyes wandered almost as much as mine

I would have forgiven you, if you could only

Have made up your goddamn mind. I might be

A jealous bitch, but you’re a fucking whore.

On the fifth day, there was you

You were too much like the original

I wanted your love, but your heart was granite

Easily wiped of the mess that feelings might have

Left on it, I was too soon for sex and too late

For love, but you liked to give me hope, every

Now and then throw this puppy a bone,

Petted and admired, I slept at your feet

You’d throw me treats, I waited with my

Tongue out, but you let the leash go before

I go attached, so much for that, but it’s nice

That I’m replaced, memory erased, don’t worry

Soon enough you’ll be alone.

On the sixth day there was you

My salvation, my Adonis, the one who

Saved me from myself and led me

To greater heights, gave me my sight

Back, so I can see you clearly, though

My lens are rose, I never regret that

You are the one I chose, you and I will

Stand on top of the world and reach for

The stars, we’ll drag the moon down to

Our level, and we will live in its light,

Like Peter Pan’s flight you keep me young

I’ll never grow up, thanks to you, but you

Make staying mean something again.

On the seventh day, my brain rested

So there was you

I became way too invested, serves me to

Have drowned in the well of your vagina

And like Samara I tried to claw my way out

You threatened to drown me in your feelings

And your drama, I might be a Cancer mama

But I’m not yours, so back off,

I’m glad you don’t talk to me, you’re a fucking

Femi-Nazi, way too crazy to be worth

Living with, you’re not my Helen, I won’t

Sacrifice my pride to save a face.