The love of my life
no cliche
a drunk madman
highly functioning autistic
they label
deep hot pockets of sentient lucidity
the missing link
to bond my being
was it him?
They label and say
dysfunction rules the day
make lists of what you need
live the good life
repair the damage
choosewisely
oh I'm a traitor
to they
He was weak, bad, broken, mistaken, genetically flawed and unsuitable
yet we bonded
so I am the same?
woman I was underneath
alone
left to gape a hole unfillable
by listed men
Tick tack
sticky like glue
my heart untouched
tick tock
I tend the garden
to purge the question
Oh I'm a traitor, to caring, loving, decency, honest hard-working
making efforts to reform
surrounded by solid vegetables
first touched by his hand
that caressed my skin
In fiery whirlpools
shaking day-to-day
to stand revealed
and loved
And burnt
rendered unsuitable
for listed men
Only flawed
perfect madman
Was it him?
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