Where poppies grow

Born curious just like myself
Dying to know anyway out
Sleepless incessantly
The love affair your
Dealing bleeds
So start killing me
I want to go where the poppies grow
You wanted it this way all along
Don't know how much you've lost
Until you're alone
You wanted it this way all along

I'm pleased to meet you
Nothing less
Didn't mean to take you
To this hell
Chemical reality
India and kerosene
Always shoot to please

I want to go where the poppies grow
You wanted it this way all along
Don't know how much you've lost
Until you're alone
You wanted it this way all along
You wanted it this way all along

Promise me
You're promise seems
So far away
Far away

Promise me
You're promise seems
So far away
Far away

You wanted it this way all along
You wanted it this way all along
I want to go where the poppies grow
You wanted it this way all along
Don't know how much you've lost
Until you're alone
You wanted it this way all along

They want it this way
And I want to know
You have a better way
Then how should I know

You want it this way
And I want to know
You wanted it this way all along
I want to go where the poppies grow
I want to go where the poppies grow
And I want to know
You wanted it this way all along

Reviews

[Brad Dehler]

Interesting poem! I appreciate the frenetic energy, repeating and fluttering like a butterfly above the poppies. The repeating seems to be forlorn, and I am convinced it was more self talk than an angry spat versus another person who wanted this all along....