My love poem to you
You don’t look over your shoulder.
You are off and away. I leave too with only one evil thought.
And then it is days before I can take it all in
The feel of you, the smell of you,
The rough hard way you come at me
after a week of coaxing and convincing
And finally we both relent to the idea that there is
Nothing perfect here and our plans for music, candles and
time to enjoy each other are in vain.
I mail my confident, my ex-lover that you have broke me
He is concerned about his growing irrelevancy. I reassure him,
but my brokenness is not address. I plan to text you and tell you
that you broke me, but you knew that the first night, bastard.
How I love you.