Fuck You

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,
Rosalind

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About Rosalind Guy

I'm broken & my soul is weary/ my weary soul rebels, fights/ anything & anyone who tries to heal me/I beat my head against a wall of memories/ trying hard to break free from the chain of memories/ I can only be free by saying it so/ i weave a necklace from words and finally/ I find freedom/ free free free. As you can see, words are powerful to me. As Maya Angelou said, words are wallpaper of the soul. I have lots of nightmarish memories that threaten to break me, but I learned a long time ago about the power of words. They can be used to heal and destroy anything that threatens to destroy the person. Words coupled with love have the power to save and heal. I am author of three books: Skinny Dipping in the Pool of Womanhood, Tattered Butterfly Wings, and Blues of a Love Junkie. I am a high school English teacher. I am a former reporter. I am a mother. I am a woman. I am a fierce advocate for those who cannot speak for themselves, those who's voices go unheard. Check out my Amazon author page at the following link: http://www.amazon.com/Rosalind-Guy/e/B00BGH5F88/ref=sr_ntt_srch_lnk_1?qid=1432491754&sr=8-1.
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