I want to offer commentary, but then again I don’t. So I won’t. Today’s poem:
How could you not miss
the simple act of love’s kiss?
He didn’t stop to kiss you
Did you not feel cheated
when he shot from the car
like a bullet from a gun?
I guess being fucked must be fun
because he fucked you tonight
and ran from the scene of the crime
like a thief in the night.
Out of sight
Out of mind.
But his semen was swimming
in you even though he won’t dare
be seen in public with you.
You spread your legs open wide
gave the most precious part of you
to someone who doesn’t love you
probably doesn’t even like you.
A convenient relief and
temporary escape from the knife blade
edge of insanity, the place where he
built a life with a woman he doesn’t love
but wants to share a life with.
and he’s too afraid of rebuilding so he
sneaks off for the most casual of sex.
You do know he doesn’t really want you?
If he did he would choose you. A man
never refuses to hold in the palm of his hands
the love that he’s searched a lifetime for.
Once he shut your car door, he never looked
back. He never looked back and that’s when
I knew? When did you know? Do you? Know?
Peace & Love,