You who killed my brothers and all who take your side.
This be your last hour, let your strength be tried.
Now turn to face me upon this lifeless planet.
Drink the wine of my anger.
Kill me…if you can!
(Joey de Maio)
Poetry
I could imagine you (Vexngvixen)
I could imagine your eyes, bright and lively
Excitement coursing through the pools of blue sea
Your hands moving animatedly
Gesturing and talking in ways your mere words could not extend
I listened patiently
Fascinated
Not with what you had to say, but in the resonant sound in which you said it
Inside I secretly ached because I wanted to have been the one to bring
such life into you.
... I thought of telling you then, but I didn't have the strength to
I could imagine your eyes, hooded and downcast
Anger fusing to cause electricity in your stormy skies
Your hands clenched in fists of rage
Tight and rigid on your lap
I listened cautiously
Furious
Not at you and the way you reacted, but with the way she made your voice tremble
Inside my fury burned because I wanted to have been the one to make you
feel such intensity.
... I thought of telling you then, but I didn't have the will to
I could imagine your eyes, coy and sly
Passion dilating your pupils
Your hands open and slick with sweat
Rubbing over your jeans to dry them
I listened painfully
Jealous
Not because you felt bliss and joy, but because you felt it with her
Inside my heart broke because I wanted to have been the one to bring you
to such a fervent pitch of desire.
... I thought of telling you then, but I didn't have the courage to
I could imagine your eyes, sad and pained
Unshed tears creating a wall of anguish
Your hands trembling like a child's
Shaking as they cradled your head
I listened silently
Miserable
Not because of you but because she had caused you to feel such hurt
Inside my heart was torn because I felt sorry for you and her even though
I secretly wanted to have been the one whose name you sobbed.
... I thought of telling you then, but I didn't have the heart to
I could imagine your eyes, distant and weary
Your eyelids shutting out the world
Your hands limp like rags
Hanging lifelessly on each side of your body
I listened intently
Desperate
Not because I was drinking in your every word, but because I was straining
to hear you speak a word at all
Inside my heart was cold because I could not comfort you when you needed
me the most.
... I told you then, but only because I couldn't find any more reasons not to
I could imagine your eyes wide and startled
Your eyes looking away
Your hands fidgeting restlessly
Nervously running through your hair
I listened abjectly
Depressed
Not because you didn't care, but because you cared too much to let me dream
Inside my heart shattered because I thought my world had ended.
... I thought of dying then, but I couldn't find the words to tell you
I could imagine your eyes, sympathetic and pleading
Your brows furrowed out of concern
Your hand stretched out in front of your body
Reaching out to me
I didn't listen then
Hollow
I walked away, not because you hurt me, but because I was hurting myself
by looking at you
Inside my heart cried because all these years I spent my life imagining
you -
And all I ever wanted was for you to imagine me, too.