PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

You dry me up,

This month’s worth of inspiration going to waste

Between my toes and my shoe sole.

I thought perhaps you would provide a

Lubrication of the mind,

A slippery slope of poetic dreams

That might spill in their delectable stream of consciousness.

But no,

No,

Not quite.

You are far away today;

I rely on bittersweet wine to wet my tongue,

Though it dries much too quickly.

And so as I lay parched,

I can pretend to be eloquent and expressive

In my drunken stupor.

Still, I know the only eloquence lies in the fact

That I am drunk because of you,

Because of what you do to me.

I numb myself because I’m far too numb,

I hurt myself because I’m far too hurt.

Hello world,

Hello, hello.

To you I drink,

Cheers, to your health, my darling!

Here is my admittance:

I love you.

That is the simplicity of it,

The gentle reasoning behind false complexity.

I love you,

I love you,

You don’t.

I love you,

Sleep tight, I say, sleep,

And dream of me no more.