- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Courting Disaster.
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Click hereHe's back.
It's like a bad daytime soap,
Like a tennis ball,
Always coming,
Always going,
Never gone.
He was first in the queue,
Service was quick,
Then it was over,
But not really.
It never is,
It's not that easy,
My life,
It's not clean like ice,
More like cake batter;
Try separating out a single ingredient!
It's not the heart that wants what it wants,
But something lower and needier.
I am not in control of this
And it shames me.
I love the other.
I want to help myself.
I want to stop.
I hate myself.
I saw him yesterday,
Just a glimpse in the street,
Handsome and dark,
I felt the hunger of my id
And the plotting began.
I'm sick to my stomach.
God help me,
I enjoy him,
God help me,
I enjoy the drama,
I can't help myself.
I can't stop.
I hate myself,
There's no honour in this,
But this time next week,
I be in his bed.
- COMMENTS
HRKWover 14 years agoput to perfectly correct words. All over again. I can actually see the haunter of my dreams, even as I read your these lines.
How does one escape this?
Bill Dadaover 14 years agoI've been in that relationship before and this poem made me feel like I was in it again, pretty slick.
Sapphos Sisteralmost 15 years agoWonderfully expressed. Love the repetition - the nagging of your commonsense that says 'Don't!' while the rest of you is already preparing to make it happen.
