Where Is Will?

A fleeting moment of anger.

And you stand out in the rain

waiting on dope dealers to judge you

while you count your pennies 

like a peasant. 

Yet you blindly

take twenties from my hand

as though I've always

owed you.

And like a fool

I stroke your brow

while you gaze out the window

watching your past

like a scenic back drop

on a train ride.

You tell me how beautiful

I am;

but how is that possible

when in eight years

you've never even so much as

looked in my direction

longer than the time

it took me to put

my clothes back on?

But I digress...

After all not everything

is meant to be said aloud.

Especially to those

too hardheaded to listen.

Author's Note

Awkward to read. So just feel it.

Reviews

[Zeitgeist Manifesto]

I read and felt as if I had there for the entire relationship.
You have a way of packing a lifetime of experience in few words.
The poem had its moments where it was painful to watch these
two...but your ability to say exactly what you want to say with
pinpoint accuracy amazes me.

[Solidad]

It was painful to be a part of but mostly it is a strange feeling to find oneself so angry with their lover that hey view them with such disgust. I am ashamed to have had to write this because this wasn't poetry it was a confession...