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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Collection of Random Poems
PuisiThis is a collection of poems that come to mind every chance I get. They range from all sorts of genres; from friendship to romance, holidays to birthdays. Hope you enjoy. Feel free to leave comments. This story is copyrighted. Please, do not steal...