SpOkEn WoRd!

TEASE AND PAIN

Renee Chester

I see how you position yourself just to keep within my view

Trying so hard to tempt me

Make me fall for you.

But Oh, so little do you know, I peeped you

And I know your plan. Pa-leeze!

You wanna know so much

Like how soon I’ll have you in my hands

Addicted to your touch.

How soon will you brace these lips?

You know you’re so hot you’ll burn my fingertips,

Make me feel noice

I’ll close my eyes,

Meditate and concentrate only on you

And how you’re doing this thang you do.

But I gotta tell ya…I do admire ya…

Nice try. Round-of-applause. Hats off to ya.

Attempts to make me weak, sweep me off my feet and

Make me fly. Get me so high.

Looking all good in yuh moss green

“My favorite color too.”

Silent, shy but sly with dem intentions before my eye;

Smoking to the ceiling kinda high.

But I, I aint seventeen looking for your kind

To be the remedy of my parents nagging, you

Don’t need to be the comforter to this already complicated life of mine.

What?

What you say to me?

Naw bra. Not today and definitely not tomorrow!

These words I do speak.

NO!

You don’t have what it takes to be my friend.

You don’t even have what it takes to be half a man. You can’t love me,

Understand me, support me, respect me,

Hold my hand at night and tell me everything’s gonna be alright.

But oh yessss, you can control me right?

Tell me, will you dry the tears from my eyes when I’m the one

Cold, hungry & weary, homeless & shirtless, fucking broke and doped?

Blinded?

Ridiculed?

Pitied?

I-DIDN’T-THINK-SO!

Cas what I ask, you cannot afford. It’s simply too much for someone like you.

Because you cant pay with your life. You aint got no heart ready and willing to be hanged.

Where is the soul to sacrifice?

Look…! You’re not even as breathless as I am,

Praying to God that He finds a space, finds a place for you.

Cas you know the heart’s you’ve broken and the

Lives you’ve taken.

Is that the reason you do what you do?

Is there some sort of glory in this thing for you?

Pouncing on innocence?

Suckling on weaknesses?

Corrupting judgment?

Freezing emotions?

You aint nothing but a playa. A down right
tricka.

I say…

The feel of you is like quick sand. The taste of you is death

And you being inside me is the devils personal kiss.

“The chief of the demons and evil spirits.”

But you just sit there, at my table,

Hearing me speak with tears settling in my eyes,

My throat turning dry from speaking words of anger, flippant phrases like

Poisonous spittle, cast with much thought but

without care. Because for you,

Love is the crumbled remains of my shattered pulmonary emotion

Grown cold, silent, DEAD!

For

When I’m gone, not for one second will you

Mourn for me. Not for one second can you reminisce on the good you’ve done for me.

So I wont die! You wont kill me! No, not today or any other day. NOT RENEE`!

Been there. Done that. Moving on from your kind.

The hunger of tomorrow wont find me naked and torn on my bathroom floor,

Flesh devoured bit by bit

Through the saturation of your careless venom.

                  I QUIT!

Now my soul will never achieve

The will to reach for you….AGAIN!

14/03/2008