gliding in
smooth sailing, on your cheap straw broom,
you swept me
clean off my feet,
I thought we
were drifting on a gentle breeze,
as I floated
along your cavity full of lies,
& I’ve
paid in full,
with cash,
ass- & mostly
pieces of my soul & heart,
from the
start,
I laid it
out & open,
giving my
everything,
spread my
wings, sharing my days,
as I
listened to your stories, all dazed,
your
promises- watching your ways,
all the while
being played gently,
like and
acoustic guitar,
strings plucked
lightly,
delivering a
beautiful love story
treated like
a Queen in them early days,
I was…
In a house,
I thought was a home…
Yeah- I felt
I dwelt in a mansion,
even though,
it was
nowhere near, what my heart had shone….
then like
crunchy, chocolate, chip cookies,
my life’s droppings
crumbled downward slowly,
as if being
enjoyed….every lil piece of my soul,
bit by bit,
love, home
& you…
lies
slippin’ in & out…
no longer
sticking together like glue,
we use to…
as you’d
forgotten hugs- that weren’t sincere,
the I love
you’s that were no longer spoken-
but if ever true,
could never be forgotten,
long eve’s
together, became long nights alone,
quick calls,
now taken in lower tones,
sweet voices
& gentle touches…
now quick
& quick toned…
“This isn’t
a dream, but a nightmare!” I scream
what in the
hell went wrong?
you said…
“You will always be a part of the life we will share”
then,
suddenly!
I look up…
and know you
heart is no longer here nor there,
I know you
no longer care…
just stopped
you a second, out of your busy day
to give you
a few words, before you’re on your way
I have no
more time to spare, on useless attempts
….already
wasted years, on an ol’ school wannabe pimp-sta
I have no
more tears,
I’ve figured
you out,
I loved you….You
lusted me
We’re
unequally yoked…
We’ve fallen
apart, not out of a love,
that you
were never in…
you can now
take your ol’ broom,
jump it, and
go for your spin,
there’s no
need to talk, no more time to spend..
I’ll give
nothing else of me,
I’ve paid an
expensive fee,
the last of
my energy wasted on you…
Is to say,
My spirit
wasn’t created for abuse; or to be ruled.
This chapter
of my life has been closed; I’m no longer your fool
© 8/2012
LeTisha.Woods.Bowie
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