being single / dating / writing

A Dreaded Sunny Day

If you must write prose and poems, the words you use should be your own. But if you have five seconds to spare, I’ll tell you the story of my life.

I want the one I can’t have, and it seems so unfair, I want to die. You had no real way of knowing in my heart, I begged, “Take me with you. I don’t care where you’re going.” Take me out, tonight. Take me anywhere, I don’t care, I don’t care, I don’t care. If it’s not love, then it’s the bomb that will bring us together. Learn to love me and assemble the ways…now, today, tomorrow, and always. Scratch my name on your arm with a fountain pen- this means you really love me. I haven’t had a dream in a long time, so for once in my life, let me get what I want. But I can feel the soil falling over my head as I climb into an empty bed. A double-bed and a stalwart lover for sure, these are the riches of the poor.

There’s a club…if you’d like to go, you could meet somebody who really loves you. So you go and you stand on your own. And you leave on your own. And you go home and you cry and you want to die. The senses being dulled are mine.

Last night I dreamt that somebody loved me. Last night I felt real arms around me. No hope, no harm…just another false alarm. This story is old, but it goes on. So tell me how long before the right one?

Message received loud and clear, loud and clear. I wear black on the outside because black is how I feel on the inside. Time’s tide has smothered me.

But there is a light that never goes out. So in my bedroom in those ugly new houses, I dance my legs down to the knees. I want to live and I want to love. And is it really so strange? I can’t help the way I feel.  I might walk home alone, but my faith in love is still devout.

Everybody’s got to live their lives, and God knows, I’ve got to live mine…spending warm summer days indoors writing frightening verse.

(*inspired by the Olympics reminding me of the GREATEST band of all time.)

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