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Jan 2015
This once started as a poem
on how I'd get you back.
But the longer I polarized from you
the more my heart turned black.
I thought I could force the pieces to fit
like they were sanguine bonds
when i bled out, I realized
its little more than sweat and spit.
And I ground my limbs down to nubs
trying to fight it
Gradually it came to me that all my effort
was unrequited.
How could i not know i was so alone
when we were together?
Our moods had flown descended
no longer in tandem with the weather.
Your hands felt so good
interlocked with mine
does your new man know
I was someone on the side
or is he in for the same ride?
I might be a thick scab now
slowly, I'll get better.
You'll keep pushing light goes out
but you cant get any deader.
She knows who she is;
no one in an female shell.
She's someone Else's passenger
keeping company as they burn in hell.
Dwayne Richardson
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Dwayne Richardson  Baltimore
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