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Poems | Hong Kong
I’m Cut Then Accused of Wielding the Knife
Andrew Barker

15: I’m Cut Then Accused of Wielding the Knife [She]


I’m cut then accused of wielding the knife,

Hurt then abused. I will not be outfought.

You feared our love for being too life-like.

 

In us, you found no safe place you could hide

From all those ailments of love we had caught.

I’m cut then accused of wielding the knife.

 

We have both been bled and our wounds alike

Show proof of all the purges we endured.

You feared our love for being too life-like,

 

But life loves to fight, life can still abide

Everything cruel and stupid and corrupt.

I’m cut then accused of wielding the knife,

 

Though our hearts are bruised they’ll never be spliced.

Every analyst that I saw thought

You feared our love for being too life-like.

 

Love was too life-like and far too like life.

You know this and you wish that you did not:

I’m cut then accused of wielding the knife,

You feared our love for being too life-like.

 

 

16: You Found Yourself in the Love You Had Sought [He]

You found yourself in the love you had sought

But hid from yourself that hard-bought surprise

In a past so fraught with what you forgot.

 

You see yourself as love’s thwarted mascot

And cheer every goal, and touchdown and try

To find yourself in the love you had sought

 

But lose out now the stars have left the sport.

Caught out in support of a love that died.

In a past so fraught with what you forgot,

 

You must remember nostalgia is bought

And in memory the past gets franchised.

You found yourself in the love you had sought

 

And want again what remembrance reports.

The past can’t be repeated, just revised.

In a past so fraught with what you forgot,

 

Emotion is often choreographed

And remembered through a hate-haze of lies.

You found yourself in the love you had sought

In a past so fraught with what you forgot.

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