An Invitation

I'm so tired

Of the unequivocal drivel

I'm still a victim dear

Of the quiet and the rain

And the shadow on my doorstep

Of guests who never came

Arrivals still postponing

Bones still drenched in warnings

Moaning out

Such subliminal agonies

Beneath fingers I can't feel

Heights I cannot reach

Feelings that can't be real

Of when I held your hand

And practiced in the mirror

And what I meant was said

And what I said you simply didn't hear

Somewhere your sickness chokes me

In that infinite embrace

When you didn't let me in

A heart high on the rocks

In glasses held in toasts

Silent words that mock

Neglect a hidden thought

Eroded sheets of stone

Bare beneath the moon

And waves and switches too

As your tide rushes to shore

I hope you understand it

As doors come to a close

I hope you're not too lonely

I was, and goodness knows

I'd kill to be remembered

I'd cry out to be loved

But I am just your mirror

And you are just as cold

Clasped hands while I wonder

Where your fire goes

Fled to the Winter mountains

Buried under snow

At the windows pecking

Fractured growing panes

And hunger pangs

After every empty exchange

I'm so tired

Of the weight you've put upon me

I could have been so cherished

Though I know it's not your choice

And you know not your betrayal

And I hope you never know

And I hope you are forgiven

And you let the right one in

An Invitation

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