Natural Disaster

I was once told,

(By a somewhat smart man)

Eat what you want to eat,

Smell what you want to smell,

But look at what is in front of you

And don't just see what you want to.

 

I told him things will always get better,

(We were in a sticky situation.)

 

I was right. As always.

 

This alcohol filled bravado

Is something I've come to

Expect and enjoy,

No matter where it

Leads me.

(Things can always get better)

These pink cheeks are quite attractive,

Don't you think?

 

There is a party in my

Ears, just for me to

Hear,

Because I hear what I want to.

(It's better than his bombs chitchat.)

 

The smart man looked

Into my self centred eyes,

He asked me if I was in complete control

And if I had exactly what I wanted.

 

I told him I had floods, famines

And forest fires at my

Finger tips.

I have all types of natural disasters

Under my control

I had exactly what I wanted

 

He forgave me for being

A little self centred

As he kissed me.

 

I told myself things can always

Get better as

His hands skimmed my sides.

 

Then suddenly he left me alone.

 

Months later he sent me a note.

He told me to see what I want to see

because things wont get better.

He told me I am my own disaster

And not at all natural.

Reviews

[Terra Hart]

Very good, it held be captive :)
-Terra

[David Dickie]

nice deep and touching

[EMF]

Stunning, be it the analysis of the relationsip between two people or the way you handle the language. Simply stunning.

[ATG]

This was a very good poem. It was captivating.

[Cassidy Mask]

love love love.