MEANS TO AN END

Lack of sleep
turns into lack of tolerance
I have for you
right now.
My restless body
moves under pale shadows
of these warm sheets
and I eagerly attempt to ignore
the approaching morning
in order to forget
that
my sunsets are the colour of your heart
that got violently pierced
by skyscrapers
of an unfamiliar land,
where I fly
high,
above the first glimpse
of the London dawn
to steal your sky away,
just like I took your heart
that day
on a journey to nowhere.
With me.
I teased
and left you wanting me
a little bit more
than you did two minutes ago,
but it wasn’t enough
to make you lose your mind,
all because we both know
I made this choice for us
on purpose
and
spoiled the taste
of my imaginary whispers
and kisses on your mouth
to stop us moving forward.

Addictions require dedication
and I don’t like commitments.

– Chatty Owl –

55 Replies to “MEANS TO AN END”

  1. Hohoho. The whole is really good, and the ending… Hmm, does being amazing more than Rod Stewards trousers made from leopard skin tell something? Well then, to state that is still to say nothing xD (If that makes sense at all)

    1. Hahahaha! It actually made sense, thanks! Glad to see you here, still need to catch up with your blog, saw you had quite a few updates since I last checked!

    1. Thats ok, kinda in the same boat myself, always too busy for everything!
      Im always glad you enjoy my words. I do love yours too, you know!

    1. I thought about this piece in two ways. It might sound devastating for the “receiving end”, but then again, when one cuts off ties with another, it makes the other person realise that he/she wasn’t wanted, which should lead to a happier life from now on. ๐Ÿ™‚

  2. You don’t like commitments…? Isn’t that a female complaint about guys thing usually? ๐Ÿ˜‰

    In the words of the immortal Robert Palmer: “gonna hafta face it – you’re addicted to lurve.”

    Keep up the good work!

    1. Hey stranger. Been a while, huh? Furry one is really keeping the distance!
      Anyway. Yes, i do have many qualities as men, but i guess that’s what makes me more of a woman too.

  3. Dedication, commitment, passion or addictionโ€ฆ. and balance!

    Good Monday Chattyowl and many greetings ๐Ÿ™‚

    Soul.

    1. Im not so sure.. Well, yes, ends require commitments, but they are usually short-lived, because after the end has taken place, no more commitment needed ๐Ÿ™‚

    2. The commitment to the end is the constant effort required that ensure that all doors of future potential opportunity (no matter how appealing) stay closed… Since many folks will persistently try to open them, break all locks, she will need to stay committed against those futures … Often the commitment isn’t just to convince self but rather to also constantly protect self from other’s contradictory ideas…

    1. disaster in the sense of heartache and sadness…beautifully written, of course. Sucked me in to reflect on what i refer to as my “beautiful disaster”. Love your writing, love.it.

    1. We can never know. We do what we do. The moment we take another path, the path we were on no longer exists, so it becomes academic. It was what you do now that is important … and interesting.

  4. My restless body
    moves under pale shadows
    of these warm sheets
    and I eagerly attempt to ignore
    the approaching morning
    in order to forget
    that
    my sunsets are the colour of your heart
    that got violently pierced
    by skyscrapers
    of an unfamiliar land,
    where I fly
    high,
    above the first glimpse
    of the London dawn
    to steal your sky away,
    just like I took your heart
    that day
    on a journey to nowhere.

    I like this part the most!

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