Tainted Lips – Poetry of Guilt and Mystery


My lips are tainted with guilt 

My heart is dripping with darkness

But he doesn’t feel the same 

He never does

Even though he’s the only one that should. 

I wonder if his wife awaits him

Thinking of her hard working man

A silk robe and long nails 

An image of perfection

One dillusion away from shattering

I wonder if his children laugh

 Looking up at him

Messy hair and crooked smiles 

Can they feel it in his sighs?

I wonder where I fit into a happy delusion sour lips and an empty soul 

Feel like his own?

Does his darkness feel at rest with mine?

My mind has wandered into places it shouldn’t be

Looking at things it shouldn’t see I sigh as

My empty eyes drowning in his sparkling ones

Why do some people have to destroy to feel alive? 

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