9/30 - 12 Days Late NaPoWriMo (Because I must want to be unfollowed, I present “Jah-smine’s Prayer.” Blame this girl.
9/30 - 12 Days Late NaPoWriMo (Because I must want to be unfollowed, I present “Jah-smine’s Prayer.” Blame this girl.
I think you deserve
better but I am your choice.
Valuable lesson.
Dear John, I found my
city love in Michael. You
can keep Lydia.
Penelope Pensivity
I looked down and saw red.
Relief tinged with disappointment.
I found myself crying over
not having something
I’m not even sure I want.
You confuse me.
You pump me full of hope.
You turn firm nos, to maybes.
We love vigorously and recklessly
and I like it.
For seven years, I was afraid to dream-
to ever imagine eternity.
Separate futures for he and me.
In love with someone with no contingency of we.
It’s not like that with you.
We already are
and I already know so.
It’s ours to fuck up.
We already have it.
You and I flip the bird at time
and propriety
and ought tos
and too soons.
I was full when we met.
Now, I am bursting at the seams.
I feel so greedy but you say
eat up, baby, it is ours to devour.
That is why I cried
about blood in a toilet.
Because things I never wanted,
I might want them with you.
Not today, but someday.
I’m not too scared to dream with you.
Sometimes I Think I Made You Up
When
I
hear you
breathing, I
smile because it is
audible proof you are alive.
Sometimes having a
boyfriend feels archaic but
I still love you, babe.