Laughter. A Raw Poem on Love, Loss, and Lingering Pain.

An original poem by: Axton N.O. Mitchell

I cannot wait to see your name, followed by no,
Feelings, regret.
With no thought to complement, no,
Worry fluttering, butterfly wings,
Hopelessness; Replacement of happiness,

This was bliss. I’m happy I fucking lived for this.
I do not expect you to come, or furthermore you to…
Sense the sarcasm lingering on my tongue,

No longer do I linger at your finger,
I am no puppet but,
That didn’t make you less of a master.
I couldn’t even tell you what I was after,
But this story wasn’t full of laughter.
I had a picture, frozen in time… etched in my brain,
You were not the one, I was insane… too think the same.

Maybe… I really am to blame: for loving someone so wild..
With intent to tame.
All I want is to feel feelings… the way I did,
Before you crept into my brain… sunk into my skin.

Pour some more gin so I can tell you that you win…
Even though you will not… give in… go away…
Get. Out. Of. My. Brain.

Sheer moments feel like eons, time wasted my love for you… on another.
When you are what I was after, how will there ever be any laughter.

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