Poetry From My Brain

Relationship

From ever since I met you, you've always talked about him.

It's as if your trying to fill up a glass all the way to the brim.

You never tell me about other friends or other humans.

Is everyone else other than him just subhumans?

You speak and you type all the time about life,

And how you want to be with him to the afterlife.

But how come when you talk about him it's all about his wrongs.

How he controls and manipulates you while he stabs you with prongs.

You say you love him, and you say that it's true.

But love isn't a thing that's together held by glue.

It's a strong bond that is really quite rare,

It's not just a title that you can wear.

You can't just say you know what it is if someone says that it's true.

How can he make you believe that what he wants, is you?

All he wants is for you to change,

And if you don't follow suit he will hang.

All he wants is your body.

Why won't you listen to anybody?

I see now that listening isn't the hard thing,

It's trying to talk to someone that really stings.

Don't you worry, I am here for you,

I will always be here, that much is true.

But it hurts me to see you with someone like him,

And how you blindly follow, as if on a limb.

Why don't you see what I see and finally be free?

Why won't you be in a relationship with me?