Frankly
Frankly, my love, I don't care.
You decimated my heart
and laid my bloodied soul bare.
It’s time for you to depart.
Yes, my love, take all of your things
for the less you leave behind
the less I’ll be snarled in your strings
and safer will be my peace of mind.
No, my love, I won’t miss you.
To you, I was a shoulder to cry on
and no I won’t kiss you “Goodbye.”
Your tempting lips, I could die on.
Please leave before I break down.
Do you have a place to stay?
Too bad, you’ll have to find one.
Yes, I love you anyway.
Oh damn it, no, it’s raining.
Come back inside for a while.
What’s that look? Why are you smiling?
Is it your artistic style?
It’s late, why not stay the night?
Maybe by then the rain will be no more.
You have the couch, I’ll be upstairs….
I knew you’d come. Close the door.
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MendedFences27 (
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Comments3
good poem
Ambivalence rules, Phil... Nothing frank about it.
An engaging read I enjoyed.
Thanks Dave. Glad you liked it. Maybe more the allure than an ambivalence. And I say that frankly.
Sometimes things that we want o happen have a strange way of turning into the reverse Phil. That's life I'm afraid.
Andy
Thanks Andy. Maybe we're all just regressing. Or, maybe our thinking becomes younger as we grow older...mmm?
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