Call Waiting

Someone like you should watch out

for someone like me;

everything you ever wanted

too good to be true.

 

Yeah, I see it, every time

I look at you.

 

There should be a rule

never love a man with prettier eyes

than you;

 

stop staring

I can’t take it anymore;

you see what you want to see.

 

I could give you an apple

and slither off and you’d still come back;

fig leaf shame and all waiting for the comfort

of shelter to shed skin again.

 

Man, I’m broken.

 

Did I mention the reasons

that I ran from here in the first place?

 

Did I have the nerve to tell you

I was a wreck, a walking disaster?

I was throwing three sheets at a time

into the wind, all s.o.s. poetry.

 

I was sleepless, distressed

abused like you have never seen;

and I loved anyone I thought could save me

re-create me and make me a new good version

of who I was always suppose to be.

 

I thought I’d have a picket fence,

a husband and a baby.

 

I thought that they’d save me

and the truth is " they didn’t love me;

 

at least the ones I knew

the ones I could trust, never lied;

it was like cocaine dust, a desperate lick

to get that feeling you were closer

to what you felt before.

 

We know the difference

we speak openly now. wisely,

so freely we admit our faults

our pleasures, our defensive measures

and yet " in hours

in days

in just a few minutes

we will dismiss one another.

 

the call comes

in

 

the phone rings twice

 

and I have to go.

Reviews

[Penelope Voljeti]

I really like this one! there is something very pleasantly choppy in it.. if that makes any sense at all... But regardless it was lovely :)

[mandy]

i see despair, hopelessness, and maybe addiction. a very poignant write.