Running

just venting...working thru a moment

I want to run

But these shoes don’t fit no more

Run from her

And everything we have done together

Grown together

 

Acting grown has got me

Caught up in grown folk issues

When what I really want is a mothers tit

Quietly sipping and contemplating

New directions...fresh start

 

Everyone around me says

Why

What’s your problem

Good is what she is

For you

For what you said you wanted

 

Reality is what I want was

Wanted years ago and burned

To the ground with reality

 

So thinking new is better

And she promised me better

I went for better

Or worse

 

I’m worse

Because better wasn’t my better

And now we both bitter

And attempting to explain

Why life just aint the same

 

No more hugs and kisses

Now its accusations and admissions

Of guilt

Apologies

Til I’m tired of being sorry

And I don’t give a s**t no more

Becomes my gentle refrain

 

One to sensitive

Past loves and life

Have left her grasping for straws

Of affection

Determining the other was the one

Based on a kiss

And a picture

of a semblance

of a smile

 

Maybe a mothers tit is what she needs

Maybe if she told her mother that she likes

To play with tits..others

Problems wouldn’t be so vocal

No visitors please

Because I ain’t pretending

Closed doors no more

 

The other one to bitter and hardened

By past life and love

To weaken

Even a little

Drips of water

Flung when love use to pour

Down a well that has been dry

No tears for her cause her drained her…me

 

I’m weary

She’s tired

Keep proclaiming love

While laying on our sides

Backs to each other

Not listening no more

Its dark

And I want

My mothers tit

 

 

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[Haden]

"Maybe if she told her mother that she likes
To play with tits..others"

you keep your maternal string going beginning, middle, end and do a great job of telling us exactly what the problem is while staying in that vein. fluid, strong, painful.