It Won't Be Tonight repost

Glen Hansard

It Won't Be Tonight

Standing on the precipice

That steep and craggy cliff that draws my wounded soul

I heard my heart 

             Urging me to jump......................

Whispered urging that turned to loud command

Loud command that turned to plea

That drowned out reason

                     And slowly deafened me.

I put my hands upon my ears

Senselessly

Like a blind man wearing glasses

When he has no eyes at all

Senselessly

Trying to block the scream

While begging for the fall.

I didn't want to love you

I didn't want to care............

I didn't want to see that face

That form that's standing there

I didn't want......

                     I didn't want

I didn't want your charms

            Now look at me, a tangled mess

Uncradled by your arms..............

You threw me away

          And I came back.............

I left you before you could do it again

You searched for me

                And took me home

Tell me why are we lovers

When we cannot be friends???

We can't even be in the same room

Without tearing each other apart

We love and we lust......

When we don't even trust.....

And all we do is break each other's hearts.

This need of you is madness

Why can't I let you be?

You cannot live without me

And you can't live with me.

That bed, it is our battlefield.....

For our wars.... one after the next

We love and cry

               We love and we die

For this wild and wounding sex.

And when we've licked our wounds

And mended..............

The heart bruise and the sore...

The passion that cannot be tamed

Soon calls us back for more.

And you hurt me and I hate you

                  But I love it more than life

Craving every wayward bullet......

Every slicing of the knife.

Then your dark eyes beg me to devour

As you give yourself to me

Lying helpless in your needing 

             And not wanting to be free.

We've run away so many times..... 

           Battered victims of love's thumps

 And both have stood on that precipice

                      But no one ever jumps.............

We only turn around and run back to  

  The next sweet and savage fight

            Swearing this mad love has got to end!

And knowing it won't be tonight.

©By Voo

       the mad poet
      who cannot run away.....

11/13/19

midnight