Lethargy

2015-02-09

The clock's ticking sets the beat
to my mind's rhythm,
dancing in circles
in an empty bedroom

What we sought in our fury
was an explosive cleansing,
though we forgot that
our hearts could blow up too

I was mesmerized
with how they danced,
the ash and smoke
that leaked out from my chest

at least I used to,
back when I could still feel,
when the emptiness didn't binge
and the loneliness didn't echo,

all the way back,
before our passion died

it went out so tragically,
desperately clawing against our throats
to open an escape route for everything
that I we never got to tell each other,

because now, I'm pacing through
an empty apartment, restless and exhausted.

I'm violently being consumed by
the curse of your lethargic love
clawing against the emptiness in my chest,
because all I've become is a person

that procrastinates living.