Messing with my mind, she'd never apologized. I felt her in my heart before she met me.
It's not you; it's me, she'd say.
I'd tell her I'd say, It's either him or me, so choose.
Me or him.
I told her my head feels like crushed rocks (because she never apologized),
Pulling my heart across the friend-zone,
Taking a look in the mirror... close, tracing the bags under her eyes,
Wiping the sleep of distrust from her insecurities.
I'd fallen in love with her; the wrong girl.
I'd taken a knee for the wrong girl.
I'd rake myself across burning coals for the wrong girl.
I'd ask her, I'd say, Is this an apology?
She said little by the use of her tongue, but she used it to please my body. And that said enough. It's meant more to me than an apology. Her body close to mine.
A link ties my neck to knots—in knots, my heart escapes a breath under a thought.
Tracing my footsteps and clashing with self-doubt,
Taking her for granted. I'd fallen for the wrong girl.
The wrong woman knocks on my door. I'd hoped she dropped dead.
But here she is, standing there with her hands in her back pockets,
Standing in the rain.
Another apology? I ask
She pushes me on the couch, kissing me,
And stripped nude.
Apology granted I'd say.
DU LIEST GERADE
The Lonely Position of Neutral
PoesieBen's throat cancer has returned. Living a lonely life, he found a woman he loves but finds out she's been unfaithful. Ben starts to think the lonely position of neutral isn't that bad. He writes poems and dialogue narratives. Will Ben survive cance...
