This Is What You Get

The door. It's open,
The sheets. Off the bed.
Your words. Incomplete.
Can it be? The sound is dead.

I take. You give more.
I lead. You follow.
You speak. I'm coherent.
The sound. You swallow.

Your love. It's Dry.
My hate. It grows.
We mix. The emotions.
Everybody. Knows.

We're over. It's done.
This is it. I will bet.
I leave. You won't care.
This is what. You get.

Author's Note

The words dance and sway. I love to hate, he hates to love.

Reviews

[Kelley]

I like this dance you spill out onto the floor.
Can't complain if theres no one there to listen right....?
Great poem thanks for sharing.

Kelley