so, this is totally inspired by SNS. too many of my recent poems are. but I can never get it right. nothing feels right! damn. this is frustrating.
one of us is bound to hurt the other,
our love is tragedy no less.
so I grip the handle of katana,
so you check how many bullets left,
so you're poised to counter every movement,
so I subtly lead you to the steep.
our lives were always so confluent
but somehow we cannot truly meet...
we attack, we breach, we draw our weapons,
blade to blade and always face to face,
but the only thing that truly matters
is the one we never will confess.
so I paint your neck with loving bruises,
so you scratch with passion on my hands,
caring steel is running straightly through us,
pinning us together in the end.
while our blood and feelings interflowing
count down our last and common breath,
whisper of the words we've never told brings
final smile to our joined lips.
and then we rest.