Tag: gutcheck

my heart said…my gut said…

My heart said ‘what glorious luck! she doth love me again!’
My gut said ‘oh, no, I am so sorry to hear that.’
My heart said ‘you don’t get it, this time will be different!’
My gut said ‘no, no it won’t. it will end soon with you broken.’
My heart said ‘blasphemer! she told me she had changed!’
My gut said ‘your memory is worse than your sense.’ […]

My heart said…My gut said…

My heart said ‘what glorious luck! she doth love me again!’
My gut said ‘oh, no, I am so sorry to hear that.’
My heart said ‘you don’t get it, this time will be different!’
My gut said ‘no, no it won’t. it will end soon with you broken.’
My heart said ‘blasphemer! she told me she had changed!’
My gut said ‘your memory is worse than your sense.’
My heart said ‘but I don’t care! for her I’d steal the heavens!’
My gut said ‘but she don’t care, and you’ll still do the time.’
My heart said ‘damn you! I’m not listening!’
My gut said ‘I know, and I’m sorry…’

12/19/08
M. L. Michael

About…

Last call.

I’m just calling to say,
I’m never calling again.
I’m tired of being your security blanket –
your 2AM shot of self esteem,
whenever your feeling freshly rejected or
not loved quite enough, you call on me
to shower you with thunderous affection. […]

Last Call
(not your security blanket)

I’m just calling to say,
I’m never calling again.
I’m tired of being your security blanket – 
your 2AM shot of self esteem,
whenever your feeling freshly rejected or
not loved quite enough, you call on me
to shower you with thunderous affection.
and as much as I love you, I have to cut you off.
I’ve got to cut these strings that tie you to my heart,
And it’s time I take the time to watch you drift away… 

Because as much as I love you, 
your love remains a variable unknown.
and as it seems, I only seem as important the week or more
we’re back on, and then whenever you’ve either
a) had your fill, or b) found a hotter prospect,
you disappear, and you leave me wanting... 

Which makes me wonder if that’s
exactly what you’ve wanted all along.
for instance, the last thing you’d do before you go
is kiss me on the lips, and let that linger…
and then *poof* you’re absence is fodder
for my heart to grow fonder…

So… no more of that.
no more countless text messages saying, 
“i miss u” or  “i heart u” 
especially when that’s all we ever seem to say.

So… goodbye, for now. 
maybe you can get back with me 
when you understand yourself a little better, 
and you no longer need a security blanket
to make you feel secure. 

06/12/08 
M. L. Michael

About…

i can dream a poison that lasts for hours

I can dream poison.
I can dream a poison that lasts for hours.

My dream is a life that’s so
wonderfully unique to my own,
This dream where I can travel in out-of-body,
so I can’t experience any thing (any pain)
but I can understand everything that’s going on.[…]

I can dream poison.
I can dream a poison that lasts for hours.

My dream is a life that’s so
wonderfully unique to my own,
This dream where I can travel in out-of-body,
so I can’t experience any thing (any pain)
but I can understand everything that’s going on.

I dream myself in a crowd of merry goers,
and there’s this wonderfully unique girl,
who stands out like a beacon amongst her peers.
She’s this light brunette sunrise surprise, 
who can smile like a sculpture,
and laugh as sweet as a songbird. 

When I talk to her
I don’t stutter.
I say everything as eloquent
as if I had nights to dwell on their meaning.
I do everything in my power
to see her smile 
     to hear her laugh 
           to watch her breathe.
There in my dream I am the smoothest
that I’ve never been in my life.

A concert comes on, or 
some other great gala or another,
and we join the crowd and dance
we fall into each other’s rhythm.
we sing in sync with each other’s song.
there, together in a crowd, we dance, dance, dance,
there, one in a crowd, we smile, laugh, breathe.

That’s the moment I wake up,
the moment the poison takes effect.

11-19-06
M. L. Michael

About…

“this is for you, victims of cupid’s war.”

i stalked cupid into a forgotten alleyway
i made sure to stifle the sound of a broken heart
i snuck up behind cupid in a lover’s way
i made sure i was a stranger in anyone’s eyes
i surprised cupid like he disappointed me
i made sure and cleaned up my lies
i sinned against cupid like he sinned against me.

“this is for you, victims of Cupid’s war.”

i stalked cupid into a forgotten alleyway
i made sure to stifle the sound of a broken heart
i snuck up behind cupid in a lover's way
i made sure i was a stranger in anyone's eyes
i surprised cupid like he disappointed me 
i made sure and cleaned up my lies
i sinned against cupid like he sinned against me.

02-14-06
M. L. Michael

About…

Stage supersedes feelings

She said I was just a character in her play,
Not a human being she loved,
Not a soul she graced with her unique beauty,
Not a fool who dreamed the sky too big,
Not a heart she promised we held together.
But, a literary device to further her plot,
To be tossed aside and never known.
She said I was just a character in her play.
So stage supersedes feelings, this mournful day.

Stage Supersedes Feelings

She said I was just a character in her play,
 Not a human being she loved,
 Not a soul she graced with her unique beauty,
 Not a fool who dreamed the sky too big,
 Not a heart she promised we held together.
But, a literary device to further her plot,
To be tossed aside and never known.
She said I was just a character in her play.
So stage supersedes feelings, this mournful day.

02-09-06
M. L. Michael

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