Dead Love IV

African Woan

She was only married for 5 years,
but she lived with the man
till the day of her death.
First, he was the love of her life,
then he became her man,
then he became her husband,
then he became the father of her children,
then he became the man,
till he was simply a man,
a man that she lived with,
that she had sex with,
that she fed,
that she washed clothes for,
that she went to events with.
A man, and nothing more.

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Unrequitedly Requited II

You only fell in love with me
because I fell in love with you;
you were happier
before we became “we”.

Uranian Love

Roses are not always red,
but Twitter-Bird has remained blue.
If you do not love me,
someone else can always do.

Sick and Tired

I’m sick and tired
of being sick and tired,
so tired of being sick,
so sick of being tired.

I’m so tired of being love-sick,
and just as intensely,
so sick of the way you make me tired.

You make me uncomfortable when
you place a third on our love seat,
when you make me struggle for your attention
like the weakest star among the
lot who love and want to be with the moon,
when I lie with you and there’s no heat.

I am sick and tired of you, of this us, of the way you ride me like a horse.

The Hole Time

The whole time was the hole time.
Each time, we dug,
wherever we were,
whenever we wet.

Many times, we dug,
us two complete strangers who
liked the idea that we were one.

Every time, we dug,
so much so that we would sweat profusely,
but we couldn’t find each other
despite all the work.

All the time, we dug,
the whole time, at hole times,
we buried our love a-lie-ve.

Sleeping Beauty

You, my Knight of Swords, my prince;
me, your princess, asleep.
You sucked death out of me- my lips, your lips;
first, it was the mouth,
then it became the nipps;
you made me a new person,
from my hair to my feet.

My death settled on your tongue,
it poisoned your words,
and with each passing day,
you reminded me that I once was dead,
and that I owe you my life.
Our fairytale was over,
my prince was killing me,
I was dying again.

Ex and Oh

We are going to play Ex and Oh today, me and him.
I’m preparing to have the best lines,
give him reasons to spit “oh”s.
I miss him terribly,
I love him still,
but the feeling isn’t mutual to me.
He seems to have more than
enough “O”les at his disposal.
So today, I place an “X” on my heart,
today, I cross the bullshit.

Complain or Come Plain?

Complain or Come Plain?

Complaining that your partner does not see you for who you are when you don’t know who you are.

Complaining that your partner doesn’t see you for who you are when someone else’s partner doesn’t see them at all because they can’t, they’re blind…

Oops! This relationship is too comfortable. Let me just frustrate everyone a little; lemme just cook trouble, I haven’t tasted blood in a while.

Lemme just…end this beautiful relationship because something is missing- chaos- I’m so used to chaos, where is it?

Everybody

Everybody wants to advise you;
everybody wants to
contribute their two cents,
even when they need it more than you do.
Everybody wants to dissect you into two;
“I’m not a fish, honey, don’t be a fish too.”
Everybody wants to teach
you what they know,
whether or not it’s the truth.

Death II: Death in Shining Armour

Death didn’t spare my previous knight
on his way to meet me,
so he became death.
He died; 
he was dead inside.
He broke hearts and ripped souls,
but I welcomed him with open arms.
Totally rejecting the idea that
he was completely dead,
I tried to fix his wounds.
He snatched my heart and broke it in six,
and I let myself die the 6th time.

Look, I am very quickly becoming death;
so, find another queen.
My flowers are not yours to wet;
my heart’s not yours to win.


Note:
Your knight was/is not Death, queen;
your real knight will come!