Love Sick, Sick Love

Written 16 Oct 2010, at Tumblewords Project
by Chevalterre Nabil

presentation theme: Morrissey State of Mind
discussion: Steven Patrick Morrissey as the writer and poet/lyricist vs. the musician.

Notes: And the day's weathers have been wonderful all day.

And I love them

then I hate them

I love them

they hate me

They love me mad

They love me madly

They love me dearly mad

and madly

Their dreadful love

I too - do love

My unconditional love

Their morbid love

filled with conditions

ammunitions

aimed at me

at each other

conditioned ammo

fire away!

They shoot loving

deadly words

past their lips

lying...

I don't say it to hurt you.

Their mouths of machine guns

repeating those hurtful words

- Take them like salt

it stings.

- Take them like sugar

it corrodes.

- Take them like fried rice

it fattens

oh, little fattie:

You're too dark.

Change your hair.

Get married already

or get two boyfriends...

I control you

control you...

and like their eldest offspring...

Me being the youngest...

My twin born five years before me

... slick back our hair

Remove my feminine makeup...

we each look the same

since our births.

Always quiet...

loners?

But when our physical creators

are out hunting each other

down

down

down

all over town

My healthy sibling and I

at different ends...

control our child-like bloodline...

Raise an eye-brow...

No fighting

No cursing

No pushing

No shoving...

Absolutely no abuse allowed!

Treat the monsters sweetly...

They forget their invisible worries...

Color their world pleasently...

And we can sit in Mother's garden

in the family picnic.

Always being aware...

for when there's an offset

one, two, or all three of them explode...

Meanwhile...

live the unrealistic fantasy out

for each of them...

While they still think they're controlling you,

themselves,

and each other.