I look at you less and less frequently now.
Slowly slipping you off
like a wetsuit in the desert.
It burns me that you know
I still need you.
That you know
I still love you.
That I know
you are there if I pay my dues.
But what is that?
Some sort of modern day prostitution?
Please!
Get out of me.
Now!
Love can’t lie
it can only delude.
So go lube some other broad
or better yet, some dude.
Just go, go away.
Let me remember what is good about love.
Who knows
there might be a next time
for love and me to find each other.
And when/if it does --
it would be better
if it finds me in the nude.
This is powerful stuff, Sara -- you've somehow put into words my feelings. Wow, it's uncanny for me to read the same thoughts that bounce around inside my own head -- I've been unable to do that myself. Thank you, thank you, thank you.
My very warmest regards,
CJ
Sweet Sara..you are on the right track...and girl only time will bring the healing...and when that bright ray of sun shines upon you again you will feel the warmth of it are so much better and soothing to the heart and soul!!
You're telling it straight, stark, true, raw, and real it seems to me, Sara. I appreciate the honesty of emotions and meaning expressed in your poem. Thank you for sharing it. Love and peace to you,
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My very warmest regards,
CJ
Ron
Excellent emotional release in powerful verse; well done! I hope you find the love you need.
(((HUGS)))) and love, Karla.
Good to read you again sis!!
Love Tinka
Regis