A Prophecy of Love to Come

The first time I heard the words "I Love You"
And they didn't smell of vodka
I was 21 years old

I think they made me cry
But I'm not sure -
It was dark
And I was being very quiet

They came from the mouth of a someone
Who up until then
Hadn't told me anything worthwhile
And had only sucked my cock
Once

From my reaction to those words
In the dark of that bare place
On a mattress on the floor
I knew:

Love
 whatever it was
   would one day
     tear my soul
       to shreds

I smoked one last cigarette
And on the happiest, saddest night of my life
I slept without dreaming.

2 comments:

  1. This makes me sad, but I love it.

    I am off to India in a few days for a month of sun, so I am going to wish you Merry Xmas & Happy New Year now Shane. xxx

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  2. You are so much like me that I hate it. I would never dare to post my poems like you. But I know and you know where they come from. And maybe in the end it means something.

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