Category: poetry

obsessed

How can I get this off my chest

I’m obsessed

Had to runaway, leave you behind

Lest you hold my body as well as my mind

In lust with a pitch, intonation of voice

Who’s the man behind the curtain please let me know

Free me from your imprint in such a short time

Yes I’d swallow it if you love me blind

How can I get this off my chest

I’m obsessed

may you be all that I dream and all I need

may you be the one who challenges me

intimacy

far enough to get close to me

into me i see

that which i’ve run from

resisting while sleeping

i fight for my life

eyes wide awake, hidden in plain sight

my anger and rage at what you did to me

and what you didnt…is what’s hidden

yet ultimately it was all up to me

i chose my hell in a bed so ridden

with truth and lies so convoluted

with pain and pride an archaic institution

how could something i so deeply believe

become so cloudy as if just a dream

was there a you? how was i me?

into me i see

you are now just a figment of my imagination

a remnant of my past, a stop at a station

i look at you now and see nothing

my body locks up even when we’re not touching

these are my last words to you

i’m closing this book

this chapter

the hereafter

because now

into me i see

wounded healer

so many nicks, cuts, bumps and bruises

not a moment to breathe without bumping into it.

that broken, sad child is me.

only wanting love and peace.

but instead they pick me a part.

stab me in the back to eat out my heart.

plucking each hair of imperfection

lest i walk freely in some imagined deception

your critical eye

where were your fingers when i needed a touch of grace?

where were your hands to wipe my tear streamed face?

your sharp tongue

where were your lips when i needed a kind word?

where was your kiss to soothe where it hurts?

provision is not an excuse for your derision.

protection should not be your reasons for oppression.

but how can the wounded heal,

without tending to themselves?

how can the wounded hear

over their own silent cries for help?

unsubscribe

this membership no longer serves me

as a customer, you do not deserve me.

every year the subscription increases

deliveries turn up in pieces.

infrequent, sub par, all smoke and no fire

delinquent, bizarre, an insurmountable pyre.

not giving all it was supposed to have gave

newsletter says, the customer is to blame.

demand is too high,

expectations unrealistic,

“look around, are you blind?

we’re the best in business!

you signed the dotted line,

can’t kick us to the curb!”

well I pay too much damn money

to be underserved.

as a loyal customer I know you can find another,

I was your first, I know what they’ll discover.

but I promise I won’t give the disclaimer away,

they’ll never believe me, the campaigns underway.

so quietly i click, no response or reply

i humbly confirm, and click unsubscribe.