Loud Mouth
His world revolved around her milky way,
Each move predetermined by her omnipresence...
When letters were scripted to her in romantic gesture,
Each letter exorbitant as wrought cost a soul,
For each word paid its own price.
She was a vending machine,
His words were coins gradually dropped into her,
And as she clinked and clanked, she ejected the wrong emotion.
He got back onto his knees.
Top chakra on the floor to say a prayer,
Spoke for a moment then let God speak in God speed to guide him.
Alas he had secretly prayed for disaster...
She said he lashed out when things hit the fan,
and when she confronted him and broke down
how their love was sacrificed when he angered her;
She lashed out!
She saw fault in his ways,
He saw fault in her ways,
They failed to accept each others flaws,
They kept flogging their hearts.
She asked him if he was truly in love or merely in love with the idea of love?
He hoped it wasn't the case but the question opened up a case,
where he was defendant bound to be persecuted
because his plea seemed invalid.
He objected her accusation,
let a deluge of emotion flow from his mouth like an open dam.
He hoped that his words would heal like an elixir or maybe reveal what was broken; ayeh,
All his loud mouth did was tear her apart,
He looked at her cry, He got angry...
All he had to feel and deal with was virtual emotion.
No proximity for a hug her or room to express true emotion,
So he spoke some more but his words failed him, he chocked!
He went silent, she stayed silent...
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