Age

The difference in maturity

Foreshadowed fixed obscurity

But even knowing, I still leapt

Hoping that nature would accept

You wrote a poem just for me

Beginning “waves crash violently

Against the rocks” you said then frowned

Ending with “shattering is the sound”

You saw our feelings fade away

Because of doubt and jealousy

But I still walked that briar path

This is my rebuttal, my only wrath

My heart was exposed for you to hold

Out in the open, bare and cold

You breathed on it to make it warm

But keep your distance, it’s ripped and torn

You’re tentative to move in close

But resistance made it decompose

Your heart was young and plump and red

While mine was gray with marks of tread

I hate that you were driven by lust

An unsure life filled with mistrust

I was ready but no longer waiting

I can’t just sit here while you’re debating

You wanted a life, no strings attached

Our hearts were visibly mismatched

I wanted what you could not provide

I offered my heart, but you denied

So as “waves crash against the rocks”

I’ll put my heart back in its box

And this god damn scab I have to peel

In order for my heart to finally heal

I Hate

I hate the way you look at her

When she walks right past you

I get the back of your polo shirt

She gets the frontal view

I hate the way you gel your hair

With your damn curly Q’s

The way your silky brown locks fall

Makes my heart trip and bruise

I hate your cold swimming pool eyes

And every time you laugh

Your tiny dimples hold your smile

And make my spine collapse

I hate your Burberry cologne

That lingers when you leave

My eyes stay closed with thoughts of you

And makes me weak in the knees

I hate it when you touch my back

When you walk behind me

The way you dance when you’re cooking

And hum while you eat

I hate it when you talk about her

Your love for her you pour

I don’t see how you don’t realize

That I love you more

Twisted

There is nothing to say, now all is done,

Only one last kiss from your unfaithful lips

My heart like a wringing sponge

Puppy....

Puppy are you teething

On my brand new boots you’re breathing?

Breath that bears a foul odor, you

With your shedding coat and slobber, why you?

Ah! This is the second time

That you’ve committed this spiteful crime

By and by, no knowledge of why

I yell at you until you cry

And yet you still sneak around all sly

Now no matter if you nibble

I kindly kiss your nose of Kibble

Your big brown eyes that beg for love

How could I have yelled, unheard of!

It is what every puppy goes through

It is an honor it’s my boots you chew

What you do

What are you going to do

When you find out he’s cheating?

You live with him, you depend on him,

You have nowhere to go.

What are you going to do

When you smell the perfume of another woman

On his shirt and you read texts between him and her?

You know what you’re going to do.

You are going to grab your clothes, your things,

Your dignity and self respect

And leave.

You will put him in his place

Tell him to his face

That you deserve better than he can ever give

And leave.

What do you do?

You crawl back in bed and shut his phone

Hang your dignity and self respect back up in the

Closet and go to sleep on your soaked pillow.

Contrast--Brown Delight

I slam my cupboards back and forth

In search of food and drink

But only spiders make their webs

Where food is supposed to be

A can of beans reveals itself

All dusty and dark green

But then I think should I go out

And buy fresh food for me?

A handful of orange curly fries

With a hint of Cajun spice

And cheese that stretches like power lines

On each hot patty slice

But maybe I’ll stick with some good old beans

And sprinkle cheese on top

Some pepper in the brown vortex

And eat it while it’s hot

Hot like a taco plump with beef

With lettuce and sour cream

The sauce dripping down my eager hands

From a chubby taco supreme

But instead I choose to stay at home

No fresh food for me tonight

Just sit in the dark and dip my spoon

In my creamy brown delight

Point of View

“Look at it just sitting there

Its round fat body unaware

The glazed white sugar makes me stare

I can taste the red sprinkles that it wears”

The freckled boy says about the éclair.

“Look at it just sitting there

Its round fat body unaware

The glazed white sugar makes me stare

I can taste the red sprinkles that it wears”

The éclair says about the boy with red hair.

“Look at them just sitting there

Their round fat bodies unaware

Their glazed white sugar makes me stare

I can taste the red sprinkles that they wear”

The chef says before he puts them in the tupperware.