did you think of me i asked
morning to night
!
i will float on those words for days
nothing else is getting in
This is a blog of some poetry I wrote at different times. Mostly it's about my broken heart.
did you think of me i asked
morning to night
!
i will float on those words for days
nothing else is getting in
A woman only leaves when she is ready
That is what the neighbor said
Her hand pointed to her head, It's in here, it's in here.
It has to be here.
She wanted love
I told her to go.
I wish I had known
So much more compassion I would have felt for her
So much more compassion.
I am afraid of no one really even though I am afraid
I would have told him exactly where he could go.
That strength comes from being lonely.
I am so lonely so often.
I cry
I look at all the people who have found their person
Even the autistic people on Love on the Spectrum
Even Hitler had a girlfriend
Gods, kings, bums on the street, there but for the grace of God go I
No, I can have a lover here, a lover there
As if karma itself decided in another life
That in this one, I will be alone.
My jealousy could consume my heart
And yet... I am reminded again and again and again
The women who live with abusers, who live with such unspeakable cruelties
I got out a long time ago,
Unfaithful in word, in deed.
I made my life, with help certainly, but my work too
And when people come to my house and think I live in this charming apartment
and a perfect location
and a good job
They're right.
I did that.
I did.
In spite of where I've come from
When you learn to walk on eggshells
Your feet get oh so very tough
If I could see in the future
I'm pretty sure
You are with someone else
And telling me that you're not feeling romantic
or social
Is the excuse of the inexperienced
I might have said the same
But there is the romantic part of me
The part that thinks like movie scripts
And happy endings
And sunrises
And it says, what if that is the truth
Why would he lie
He is not so fragile around feelings as you
More a bull, a wrecking ball, a large clumsy
So that part imagines that the hours I put in
I will get back
And you are going to wake up one day and want me there
You're going to see we are made for each other
And come running or something
And I won't be able to stop
the onslaught of kisses you cover me in
What was I to you
You were to me
The buds on the leaves in the winter
The first who maybe could love me
but you didn't
varicella
BMI status overweight
broken leg
computer virus
misunderstandings
migraines
burnt meals
flooded bathroom
wrong dates
dead batteries
dog shit on your shoe
power outage
broken tap
bad interest rates
(I never said I was nice)
You made me work for that, he says
And I say nothing
I've been working on you for weeks
did you think of me i asked morning to night ! i will float on those words for days nothing else is getting in