Idle Words

A poem about realizing the futility of a relationship

You sat and you moped, propagating a litany of foul insecurities that led me to conclude a dissolution to us. A resounding end to something that never should have begun. But sex has a way of getting in the way wouldn't you agree? It deludes you. It fools you into thinking there is a chance at something greater than the wetness that develops below. I am the greater fool because, because you had it all figured out since the day we met. You knew it would end. Hoped it would I'm guessing. Because arrogant idle words were the only truth thing you ever flung my way that I could hold onto and know.

 

By Philip Wardlow 2013

Reviews

[KAOlmsted]

I think the "sit" in the first stanza should be "sat" and you end the piece with a preposition...everything in between is money ;-) Good stuff.

-kimmer

[Philip Wardlow]

Thanks Kimmer....Yeah I suck at catching tense in my in poetry and my stories...I know the "rule" of preposition but will sometimes write that way for certain effect, but this poem did not warrant it...so I took it out...thanks for your comments and critiques. It was much appreciated!

[KAOlmsted]

My absolute pleasure. I look forward to reading more of you.