Two lives slammed together
A happy collision
Two hearts
Gleefully fused like
Metal to metal in a crash
Instead of blood on the pavement
There is a mish mash of
Knick knacks and
Furniture that cost nothing
Fender bender of love

It's like the Seven Year Itch
But without the Seven Years

What do I want?
Passion instead of tolerance

Enliven my flesh please
Pique my interest

God, do SOMETHING

Love and Life tell you not to
But pain and lust make it so
Your ill-chosen words make me feel worse
Your small mind makes my hatred grow

You don't know where I'm coming from
And never will unless you go there
So sit in your box filled with boredom,
Stupidity, and talentless fare

Friday

I'm sorry I yelled at you
Cried at you
Bitched and cried some more

I was feeling unbelievably awful
Sick
And hopeless

Thank you for being there
Warm and true
Thank you for opening your arms and heart
For me

Saturday

I was still feeling rotten
Couldn't do anything
For anyone
Even if I had wanted to

Thank you for talking with me
Laughing and loving

Sunday

I'm sorry for waking you
No doubt worrying your poor, dear heart
For being short with you, and curt

I was panicked, stricken, and sick
In pain and alone

Thank you for promising me
For helping me and regarding me

Thank you for walking to the hospital
For staying with me
And by me
Holding me and reassuring me

Thank you for sleeping by me
Comforting me and caring for me

Monday

What a holiday

Thank you for waking with me
Rested and singing

Thank you for another trip to the hospital
For joking with me and being silly
Even while I was stressed from my mother
And I know you weren't happy either

Thank you for wishing me well
For making me smile in a personal Hell

Thank you for loving me
For healing me
For you

I love you, my sweetie, the sweetest taste of life and love amidst the bitterness

He is no David
I understand this fact and it is irrelevant
He makes me feel warm and safe
Beautiful and loved
Most importantly
He makes me feel

Happiness can be so fickle
The purveyor of mine is staid and true
It can be a raving river or just a trickle
We can share it, me and you

It's really ok
Really
I haven't felt like he was my bf in so long
Because he was so seldom here
And never here for me
I am hurt, wondering what I did
Why I deserve someone treating me so shitty
I never asked for it
Never wanted to be the other woman
Yet it's happened
Twice
Again
Why??

Less hurt than disgusted though
I wonder how someone can live their life that way
And how anyone can put up with it
If I knew one of my friends was like that
Poof
Gone
See ya

I don't make friends with trash
I leave it in a trash bag
At the bottom of my stairs
And take it to the bin
A few months later
'Cause I'm lazy like that

SIX FLIGHTS OF STAIRS!!!

Anyways. I'm going to move on.
Keep on truckin'
Maybe find someone who DOESN'T HAVE A GIRLFRIEND
And DOESN'T LIE
Good luck, eh?

More baggage for the trip
More fodder for the new blog WHICH YOU MUST BOOKMARK

I can't tell
If you hate women
Or yourself
You need help
Figuring out what the hell
Makes you do this
And I long for you to realize
All this is wrong
And I never deserved it
None of us did
You're in debt with
So many women
And yourself

I wanna know what the fuck it was I did

All of the lies and pain
Too many and too much to measure
And for what?
What did you gain?

Worse off than you were
You had two birds in the bush
And they both flew away
To leave you alone with your anger

Now you have none in your hand
Except yourself
Unfulfilling, no?
Next time, think first if you can

Pause
Meditate on what you will be doing to her