![]() The Love MonsoonA Poem by Lalli
The Love Monsoon
We’ve gotten into an argument again over something so trivial
Then, of course, as you always do,
You escalate it to a more serious, darker rue
The words you say regretfully out of emotion
Strike with more force and power than the entire Pacific Ocean
They slam me down, crushing me into the sand
Squashing me like the fly who died by your hand
You impulsively act upon your emotions
This I understand,
But why am I dangling as your meal, trapped by the spider’s strand?
Sweetie, even though I know these words were not truly meant
It’s that you have the ability to strike with such a nasty spiteful intent
I wish I hadn’t let you in so soon, I didn’t see the lightning strike off in the distant monsoon
The intense thunderstorm came and went in a sudden flash of a second
Like a masterful beat down from the worst character in Tekken
I blinked, opened my eyes, and I had no chance to beckon
I saw the sharp jagged rocks as we started wreckin’
Since our love boat, it had no protection
How could it? When you stayed so selfishly guarded
I opened my heart to love when obviously you never started
This created my weakness, my vulnerability
That apparently like a vulture, took you only seconds to see
I thought you were a person I could depend on responsibly
Instead, I saw only good, blinded from the truth of your ruthless brutality
It seems that you feel a certain amount of power
As your words rain down with fire this hour
The shower of your acidic words burn as my heart splits open and my stomach churns
I realized at this moment, I made a poor decision
When I started this relationship, my heart had been given
Now I’m wishin’ I’d quit putting myself in such a position,
But I’ll keep to my mission, to find the right woman sent from above
She’ll compliment my traits and will appreciate my love
Now as far as for looking around,
Consider me done
I’ve finally accepted that when its time, is when she’ll finally come
Honey, so you better get stepping, because this relationship’s through
I’m sick of the bitter taste from your hateful words’ residue
You may be more beautiful than words can describe
You see, personality is equally as important to me if I were to make you my bride
So go find a weaker man to lie down and cower by your side
Because honestly, this is one of the rare cases
I’m not ashamed to confide in my pride
© 2008 LalliReviews
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1 Review Added on April 20, 2008 Author![]() LalliPhoenix, AZAboutIt takes one voice, one passion, and one heart to create a positive existence in anothers life Lalli is an awareness/performance poet in Phoenix, AZ with a unique creative use of off-.. more..Writing
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