On the Rocks by Lisa L. Weber

​On the Rocks

I pour myself into you, slip over the same rocks
I will dash myself against later, when I can no longer
fight your stormy seas, and your siren's song calls
to my sinking soul, and I crawl to you, dripping wet
and cold with tears, and you mix me up, shake up
all the pain and passion with the ice of your soul
which freezes your handprint on my skin,
and I drown in a tumultuous ocean of desire for you.
 
I drag myself out of the prison I was stuffed inside,
distressed and disoriented, a splintered ship that wonders
how it ended up in a dusty bottle, forgotten and discarded
along with hearts and memories, and I see everything
through a fish-eye lens that reveals how ugly you are,
how ugly I am, with mascara and self-loathing smeared
all over my face, and I beg to be stuffed back into the bottle
and thrown out to sea to be found by someone else,
knowing I’ll only be smashed against the rocks again,
waves of desire and disgust pushing and pulling me apart.

Bio: Lisa L. Weber has a degree in Interior Design which is currently being unused. Instead, she decorates blank pages with words, and spends time remodeling her thoughts and feelings. Besides reading and writing, she likes to spend her time boxing, hiking, drinking beer, eating carbs, watching movies, and singing off-key. She loves her husband and son, and the dog she is allergic to. You can follow her blog, www.brainonwheels.blogspot.com 

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