She doesn’t come to hear me speak.
It’s not done purposefully.
She’s tired from work. It keeps her busy.
She wasn’t there when my parent’s passed.
I understand she’s not a ‘funeral person’ and can’t stand them.
I know she was at his house.
They’re business partners.
It’s been that way through the years. That’s what that was all about.
I’m in love with her.
She’s in love with me.
We’re just in a valley right now and will soon be back on top again.
Who am I kidding?
We’re going through the motions.
Amnesic to the last time when there were some real emotions.
Standing stagnant in a terminal condition,
The ‘love’ has turned into a complication.
Expressing feelings have become nothing more than obligation.
Can’t remember the last time I picked up the phone
To call and say ‘I love you’ or ‘I miss you’.
Currently, we’re in separate bedrooms.
So quiet in this house, you can hear a pin drop.
Wish I knew what to do. I’m so lost.
Said ‘I do’ and thousands it cost
Me; and now it’s nothing more than a loss
Because ‘we’ are no longer a factor.
Hate to be in her presence. I spite her.
What happened? I heard no sirens.
Checked the radar…received no warning
Of the hurricane coming through
That would drain and take me through
Pain every time I look at these papers.
Have looked at them countless times, and it doesn’t get any better.
Turned a blind eye to the signs & now I’m paying for it later.
Tell my family that everything is fine.
They don’t know that the child is really not mine.
Tired of lying to myself,
Acting like nothing has happened.
She doesn’t know that I know; thinks she’s executed deceit in great fashion.
Don’t want to face my broken heart.
My embedded anguish…on her, I take it out.
In too deep,
I’m too weak.
Don’t want to deal with my soul that’s dark.
So I continue to live in a mirage.
It’s not done purposefully.
She’s tired from work. It keeps her busy.
She wasn’t there when my parent’s passed.
I understand she’s not a ‘funeral person’ and can’t stand them.
I know she was at his house.
They’re business partners.
It’s been that way through the years. That’s what that was all about.
I’m in love with her.
She’s in love with me.
We’re just in a valley right now and will soon be back on top again.
Who am I kidding?
We’re going through the motions.
Amnesic to the last time when there were some real emotions.
Standing stagnant in a terminal condition,
The ‘love’ has turned into a complication.
Expressing feelings have become nothing more than obligation.
Can’t remember the last time I picked up the phone
To call and say ‘I love you’ or ‘I miss you’.
Currently, we’re in separate bedrooms.
So quiet in this house, you can hear a pin drop.
Wish I knew what to do. I’m so lost.
Said ‘I do’ and thousands it cost
Me; and now it’s nothing more than a loss
Because ‘we’ are no longer a factor.
Hate to be in her presence. I spite her.
What happened? I heard no sirens.
Checked the radar…received no warning
Of the hurricane coming through
That would drain and take me through
Pain every time I look at these papers.
Have looked at them countless times, and it doesn’t get any better.
Turned a blind eye to the signs & now I’m paying for it later.
Tell my family that everything is fine.
They don’t know that the child is really not mine.
Tired of lying to myself,
Acting like nothing has happened.
She doesn’t know that I know; thinks she’s executed deceit in great fashion.
Don’t want to face my broken heart.
My embedded anguish…on her, I take it out.
In too deep,
I’m too weak.
Don’t want to deal with my soul that’s dark.
So I continue to live in a mirage.
1 comment:
I see what you were talking about wanting to expand these poems into stories. It wouldn't be hard to turn them into stories with what you established in the poems.
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