Every time I hold back from giving love my body cramps. Each breath I take hurts.
You don’t reciprocate my efforts. Monotonous ‘I love yous’.
The cramps hurt my heart, in my womb, everywhere. But its the only way I stop the resentment.
Hold back. Hurt.
I should say, ‘I release you’ like Carol.
But I’d rather cry about our dying love and constantly check for double blue ticks and missed calls.
Why can’t you just let me mourn in peace. Let me go. Since you refuse to leave. Let me go.
Release me. I’m hurting
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You cover the plant watering bottle. Your glittering fingernail glide through the golden palm leaves. With a loud sigh you sit beside the plant pot and sip pink yoghurt.
Questions float around with Cigarettes after Sex tunes.
Where do you go after love stops growing?
Were his ‘I love you’ convincing because they are true? Or do you really want to believe him? So your faith makes it true.
You sip and lick the silky sweetness. These questions pound your head, ache your heart for answers.
I’m lying on a new plush bed
in my warm room decorated as an
aroma therapeutic shrine
highlighted in soft golden glow.
Now, to pump up the music,
wear my crotchless lace thong,
drip cool watermelon lube,
make earth vibrating love to myself.
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You, I’m missing
..a lonely poem