pride is the bitterest of pills

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neonsquiggle

Published: Feb 18, 2014

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_{I have long since stopped asking
for my demons to be
forgiving,
long since stopped asking
for the courage to cry -

I have long since given up
this fight, scars on my hands
and dust in my throat, eyes
red and ragged underneath
the white flag I could never quite
raise, rehearsed
lines laced beneath the voice
I seldom would -

but the space in between
your hand and mine, darling,
that vast infinity we have woven
of angry words and outraged
silences,
that space surrounding
forced poetry and fixed promises,
that space
where mountains are immovable
and millions and millions
of dreams choose to die,
that is the space
where our story has swallowed knives
and spit out bloody supernovas,
in the name of making all painful things
somehow beautiful -

this is all the space
left to me,
after cold nights have come and gone
and only the aches have loved me enough
to stay, carving conquest
into my spine -

and if this is the corner
that my crippled heart will crawl into,
then I will take it
and make it
my home.

I surrender, darling,
I surrender.

I surrender.}