October 16, 2007
-
...Random thoughts
strung out
in my head
about you
and you
and even
..you...
You killed me
Love...
gooder than dead
and it was a
....slow
prolonged
...progressive
...passionless
death
strung out
in my head
...and I
remember
each
painful dose
that you crammed
down my throat
even though
I was kicking
and screaming...
YOU never felt
my pain
nor heard
my pleas...
...and now
I am
afterthoughts
for naught
so please
hear me
in the here and now
...you killed me
Love
and now
I am
not present
nor future
just past...You
Love of my Life...
I feel as if
I am set on
a self destruct
mode...
and I know
that I am an
"Overdoer"
that over does
everything...
even when enough
is enough...
...but "hoochie mama"
is something that
I am not
nor will ever be...
and that really
bothered me
because you
know "no"
that is what I
am not...
I am in
a downfall
where my perceived
perceptions
put me in
an over the edge
kind of mood
and yet
as I flip and spiral
I can still see
vividly
You and Me
and the bottomed
lines...of ground
that need to be
covertly covered
over...and over and
over...
ODA
my harem
can't you see?
that you are just
another part of
hung curtains
clandestine shrouds
that keep the outside
from looking in...
and I get along
better with men...
go figure...
So sewed are we
in laughed stitches
without hitches
or tight nooked
nookie niches
to hide behind
or within...
and I promise You
as You enjoy
your Dottie time...
that I will find
my own direct line
that won't be led
by any of YOU...
Pray that you can
touch base and bare
basic instincts with me...
from now on
before I bid you
"adieu"...
with points
well brazen
and well taken...
(and how fitting
and proper that I should
take your silhouette image
...and break it into
five pieces
of a wooden man?
Comments (2)
amazing piece. you are amazing how you string words together to form such a 'bitch slap'
owwww
sometimes, i really do think this is exactly the kind of wake up call some people need...
Growing older here Dottie but not so old I don't recognize your inimitable style of writing and pain. You really need to put it all into a book. I know Terry would have told you that much. Wishing you good days. Just how much can a person take? of the downsides.
Comments are closed.