In a dream, I devoured you like a God
I ripped you open with blunt claws
It was tragic
Such fury gone to waste
All your hair went up in flame and
drifted off to clouds
Sometimes I whisper your name like a prayer
I get on my knees and punch myself in the gut
It reminds me of that feeling,
when you walked out
and took all the light I had left
I shift from foot to foot
standing in this long line of oblivion
knowing full well I was never truly loved
Ever
not once in my entire 29 years
And that's a long long time honey
to spend alone
And you're off
fixing your soul
and kissing foreign lips against dank walls
Mine were not enough
I feel so down
so far down that this must be hell and back again
I fucked someone else
two days ago
and it wasn't a dream
I had to sink below the waves
and drown
because I will never love again
because no one knows how
because no one wants to
I guess I am that repulsive
just a good fuck
but I have no further use
like a one night stand
or a 10 year stand and I missed the joke
but people were laughing and pointing
And I get it now, dont worry
Love. it's love. Love is the joke.
Sometimes
I think this is true. Sometimes I think it was fun while it lasted and that's all I get. I'm 64, so looking back, I loved them all in my fashion and still do only with absolute conviction and realistically certain that I was just too good for them - smarter, motivated, going somewhere. They were not. 50% of the households in the USA are headed by women. Go figure ~ Lady A