
Regressed,
More and more
And further back
And collapsed under my stunted growth.
Will it become a solace,
Or a memory far ahead?
(Beyond, unwell,
Unreal and created by my lack of acumen)
A-cue-men
A-cute
Acute brain
A cute... men
Gah
Regressed
Unable to sleep
With no place to be
To find peace,
To make reality out of what I believed.
Why did it have to be us?
Why me?
Why us?
Why you?
Why not...
Regressed!
More child-like than I ever was,
Not in a good way, cos it wasn't good back then,
And yet I still have your lips and kiss you with that old want
But I just don't know anymore how to be myself
Or who I ever was
The pain that was caused by our misery
Comes relentless after me,
And the idea of you chases after me,
While the idea of me becomes disjointed in your arms
And I wonder if we'll ever get to breathe again!
Dejected.
Rejected by your name
And by your eyes while you chase all of those beautiful flashes of light
And I chase sparrows in the dark
Regressed!
Regressed to that very time in my life I thought was over when I first met you - let me feel your arms around me and your solidity - but I'm regressed and there's nothing you or I can do about that now
And taking a big breath I still fall into the pit of anguish and despair,
No tears can cleanse my eyes,
No amount of tears can ever heal me
No amount of gold can ever put me back together
Even as this is a line I already said
Or tried to say
About someone else
Who hurt me less
(Or more, considering his purpose and his hate)
But you were never the one who'd cut me open nor shatter me into infinite dust,
And yet you did,
Though you deny it now, you did!
So, who are we now?
How can either of us come back?
Since you will nevermore be that very one
And I will never understand
Why me?
Why us?
Why this?

Comments (1)
They sure sound like a narcissist and a gaslighter. Your poem was so emotional. I loved it!