I Learned That It Wasn't Worth It

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On a Saturday, as I lay upon the

Box spring mattress, I learned that

I would never love the man stuffing 

His face with pizza, and obsessing

Over the newest video game.  Does

It seem at times that you are 

Pushed along one path when you

Should follow another?  Wedding bells 

Chimed in the recesses of my conscious,

With the cry of a newborn baby not too

Far in the distance.  Instead, he would put

down the controller, stumble out of 

The bedroom, and return once more with 

A liter of Sprite, all the while ignoring my 

Unceasing concerns.  Why was it so difficult

For him to show an interest in my well-being,

As I did with his?  I could count the number 

Of disposables cluttering the former white

Carpet, just as I could count the tears

Cascading along the contours of my cheeks.

He wouldn't know what to say or do and,

At one point, this would have been fine.

We were man and woman, girlfriend and 

Boyfriend, Bonnie and Clyde standing at

The edge of a chasm.  On a Saturday, sitting 

Upon the strewn sheets of his mattress, I

Learned, from his pivoted posture settled

In the midst of a monitor, that this would 

Never happen.  His attention will always be 

Solely fixed on his personal necessities,

Rather than those of his significant other.  If I 

Were to speak the truth, at this present moment,

I would annouce with a joyous cry that I am

Ecstatic to be free from the misery and torment 

Of a man who had lost all sense of humanity.

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