I was preparing to run after you,
with my sharp nails and foolish mouth
but I thought better of self destruction -
I thank stars that I have intelligence,
or my heart would lead me to dark alleys.
i.
soft-silk fingertips, running down my spine
and shivers; sparkling spasms on my palms,
running across my forehead,
I sweat out the truth
as you never bothered to.
ii.
Sunday morning -
the sky is full, but gray,
you're laying in bed still staring at the wall
and asking me for a cup of tea,
that I already made hours ago
[don't you forget it, girl.]
iii.
what was the point of waiting,
for you only stood me up on our wedding night
[or it might as well have been, anyway
since it's ever fxcking time now.]
but hey, I don't hold it against you,
what's the point of punching a wall
when all it does it break your fingers?
iv.
I wont wait -
not anymore
I've tried knitting patiently,
but I'm too young -
my liver wants lemonade
and alcoholic beverages,
not rainy days, hoping
that you will come back gain
how old are we, 18 or 81?
v.
lets face it, I've tried enough
and although they always say
[and lets face it, how much do they know? -
they didn't have to sit up all night crying over you
nor did they have to put up with your games]
but if at first you don't succeed, try, try again
can only work so many times
before the centurions come and take us away,
for violating their laws of ethics -
this is it, I'm not waiting anymore
I will not marry stalemate, I'll checkmate instead
and call this ending a good job.
You were once my king and I your pawn
but now I'm the queen
and you can go bash the bishop by yourself.
Honorable mention
Adding your comment:
