The Spiller Anthologies

I once held your beauty as something so pure

Your eyes had such sparkle and your skin was so pure.

After all of the years that you travelled in circles

It ended with me, the time was to see.

I had to look close at this thing you called flesh

But the more that I noticed, the more vile you grew

Your skin isn’t smooth, it’s full of old scales

Green, brown and rotten as they slide down your arms.

The whites of your eyes are now yellow and faded

The pink of your lips lies in cracks and broke lines

The nose once defined, is battered inside

A fragment of truth expressed on your face

You’re a hole for abuse and you like it that way.

Every creviss of you and your intimate self

Can be and has been, sold off for spares.

Anyone welcome no matter their dirt

They can push up inside you for the cheapest of fares.

A fix and a hit, or a smoke and a toke

As long as there’s someone to hold you together.

Street lights should warn you that this road is to hell

But you carry on walking, stepping over friends’ bones

Laughing and skipping in this void you created

It’s full of fake sex, the white of your drugs 

And the white of this hatred.

Empty of love?

Broken inside?

Abused and destroyed by others around?

All just excusees. All just a reason to feed their attentions.

All just reminds us of the filth that you laid out

Lies to disguise the one simple fact…

You live this way because you like it.

These words I’d use to desribe you come and gather at my feet.

It’s like an reunion for old friends and battered lovers. 

These words I’d use to describe you pool and congest at the base of my spine.

Uncomfortable and whining, they tug at my nerves and chew on my muscles.

These words I used to describe you have spikes and barbs all along their definitions.

They scratch at my tongue as I try to releash them and I choke on the blood.

These words I used to describe you, as visceral and clawing as your ignorant lies

Will slowly be the death of me you longed to see it.

Your words have no function, you lack my intelligence

These words that you use to describe yourself

Stand for nothing more than an unsalvagable debt

You have no idea what you owe me

You have no desire to accept it. 

Your words have no effect, you lack any resource

These words that you use to describe yourself

Are as cheap and as tacky as the make up you use

You have no idea when you lost me

You have no desire to believe it.

A statement refined

A battle reclaimed

I’ve nothing to prove now

I’ve nothing for you.

He’s got scratches and latches on all of his boxes

Done from the fighting he’s searching for lighting

To brighten and tighten all these lies he’s depised.

Yet he watched himself tell all these stories of hell

And as he wished them all well he chuckled and buckled

His thoughts to his head and he left me for dead.

His horse picked the course as they fled from the scene

He couldn’t look  back and view his attack

He needed and pleaded to forget all his shame.

His name of disdain, now reigning in pain

Not in his name - he sees all that he’s slain

And he cannot regain any semblance of solace,

Or any sign of submission.

He must journey on forward, he’s a king and a lord

And nothing can stop him, not the crime of his sin

Not even to win, and feel it within

Not even to win the love of his kin.

I stood by the shore in my sandals and skirt

I tried to ignore all my pain and my hurt

But it wasn’t so easy, and I found myself trying

To run alongside him, to stop myself crying.

He keeps saying he has to, he hasn’t a choice

He’s not leaving me, says the truth in his voice

He’s taking me with him, inside of his heart

His only comfort, right from the start.

I’m his girl and his lover, I must stand by his side

He knows I’ll be waiting, for our worlds to collide.

Faithful, I will be, there’s no man but him

It’s been this way for a while, not on a whim.

I relish goodbye, to feel his hands in my hair

He says that I’m beautiful in the sun and it’s glare

I know distance won’t hurt us, we cannot be broken

I don’t need his words, our is love is unspoken.