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 Oct 2018 Me Díaz
Napolis
She gave so little,


towards the

end of our

relationship.


I felt like a pigeon,


you know the kind

the ones in her

kaleidoscope life

that all

look alike,


all at the park

begging for

scraps.


scraps of

her time,

scraps of

her emotions

scraps of

her life.


it is a

sad reality

to realize your

eating leftovers

from  someone else's

hand,


and that there

is nothing you

can do about it.


the time has run out

your wings have

been clipped,


now it is

just a matter

of time before

the big fat

Chelsea cat

catches you

out in the open


and puts yours

eyes to dead.


but once you

wrote poetry

for her eyes

only,


and you looked

at the moon even

though she

was thousands of  

miles away.


and then

she trapped

you in a park

began feeding

you little pieces

of her heart.


all the while

she was just

fattening you

up for the

big cat's dinner.


the moment right after

her goodbye,


the moment

love

hit you right

between the

eyes.
 Oct 2018 Me Díaz
eileen
God doesn't love me
I know
because they told me

grieve alone
love alone
they responded that I was deserving
of all this crippling pain inside my brain

they kissed my cheek
and vanished within a late dream

I had an angel
he took away

I'm alone
they said
I won't ever see their home

God doesn't love me
I saw a figure
standing at the end of my bed
imprisoned me with
a  shadow

It all makes sense now
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