I can’t control the weather or people’s perceptions.
Red in your face, flushed, embarrassed.
Are you trying to give me a hint? The silent treatment,
a sinking feeling, emotional baggage, weight on your shoulder.
Liar.
Why are you closing yourself off?
Flesh fire hard mentality,
Everyone needs someone to follow.
She doesn’t believe a broken boy with his bent flute.
Self-loathing and anger directed outward.
Rage.
Muttering under my breath,
“I don’t know you ,but you have shifty eyes
and look like a prosecutor I once hated.
The man’s a monster.”
I see where you used to live, I see where you live, your car,
my silent telephone, and I miss you.
Saddened, drifting down, becoming the emotional black hole sucking
the life out of everyone I know until we all cry but shed no tears
and are bitter.
Sleep. Avoid Pain.
She said that women are not men’s lovers and mothers.
Be Discreet.
I want you, but who are you?
Use me! I cried.
She entered the room in her business suit.
I’m in bed and it is 12 noon.
“Lay down with me.”
I can’t , I’ll get it wrinkled.
“Make love to me!”
I brought Chinese for lunch. Ya, know..You look just like him.
“Who?”
My last lover. I’m leaving.
(Kiss me one more time, one last kiss. I see her delicate small red painted lips part)
KISS.
You messed up my make-up. Her last words.
She’s gone.