A PoemA Poem by ColetteFor the ones who will never read it anyway cuz they are too busy saying I love you to someone else
Who did u say “I love you” to yesterday? When you didn’t call me. When a day, or month, goes by When you accuse me of being with others when I’m alone.
It makes my aloneness sting more.
Do you say it to get sex? When one pushes you away you dial another number and say the same thing. Well, tell me... Who did u say “I love you” to yesterday?
Because it wasn’t me.
As I ache feel sick work like a man No, harder, than most men. As I do a metaphorical circus act to achieve creative financing to pay for a roof utilities and not much else. Who are you doing things for?
Because it’s not me.
Or, who is doing things for you? Because I can’t. Or Won’t.
What about the happy moments in life? Who do you share those with?
Because it’s not me.
When I have something fun new exciting to do... It’s not with you.
Because you’re not there.
These things I venture out alone to do too. When you have something fun to do somewhere exciting to go it’s not with me.
Hell I can’t even get a $3 movie from you.
And you tell me you’re not rich. And I tell you Rich isn’t who I’m looking for. But please tell me Who did you say “I love you” to yesterday?
Because I died in my sleep and you weren’t here.© 2012 ColetteReviews
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StatsAuthorColettePhoenix, AZAbout"The poet...is not nearly so concerned with describing facts as with creating images and establishing mental connections." from the book "Uncertainty" by David Lindley I'm in love with metaphors.. more..Writing
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