Growling Out Another Love Poem

Here is my own personal rendition of love with a little rock and roll and sadness....

Growling Out Another Love Poem

Lace was tattooed upon my hands
Made it easier to hold the microphone
Made it easier to strum the guitar
Growling, screaming out these songs
Stitched up in Rock Star garb
With people reaching up tugging at my feet
Clutching at my legs, pulling me closer to the edge
While I growl, scream out endless tales of injustice, pain, thoughts

All I really want to sing about was your smile

Fading gradually into a memory
Of that mid-May day
The rain ran down the windows
Reflecting their trails along your body
Couldn’t stop watching you
Hands joined, and our conversation mingled
Lost in your eyes, forgotten was the pain
Fingertips traced your mouth for hours
Collected your smile upon my tongue

Wrapped up in the flashing lights
Made it easier to see me
Made it easier for me to forget you
Gripping the stand, panting out responses
Eyes narrowed, I roared
The people jumped and grinded
Snatching at my shadow
While I clutched the stand, panting out songs

All I really want to grip was your shadow

Hovered these days at my doorstep
Footsteps echoed in my head
Trailing away with the last breath of you
My outline branded with remnants of broken speech
Tears burned through my jeans
Hunched over, I fell to the ground
Shattered like the photograph of us

Stitched up in my Rock Star garb
With red lips pressed against the microphone
Made it easier for me to speak
Made it easier to reach you
Singing softly, eyes closed
People swaying before the stage
Lighters paying homage to my fractured ideals

All I really want to do is sing to you

Stitched curtains out of the blue bed sheets we shared
Hemmed them with images of your smile
Hung them with memories of you
Sitting by my window, watching for your shadow
The rain collects in my eyes
I clutched my guitar close, whispering your name
Rock star garb lying rumpled at the end of my bed
Casualty of my endless struggle
Between the memory and this reality
Flashing lights branded upon skin with cigarette smoke, stale beer

All I really wanted was you

Stitched in my Rock Star garb
Singing for a person that is never in the crowd
Hoping to see their smile one more time

Strumming guitar, screaming into the microphone
A pied piper to fragments of this broken heart

I guess this is the only love poem you could get from me.