I never want to
Tie anybody down
Again.
Calling her to make sure
She's not up to no good
Every 3 hours or so.
She'd say
"Hey baby...I'm just sitting around at home, bored..."
why did I always imagine a
Naked man playing with himself
In bed next to her when she'd say this?
We forced ourselves to dreadfully dull
Saturday nights
Staring at a television
Both really only making sure
The other
Was not out enjoying themselves.
Is this love?
It seems more like
Probation,or
A cancer,or
A forced drowning.
What were we trying to hold onto
Anyways?
We didn't want a family or a future.
I was just protecting my ***
And she was just hiding from
Her loneliness.
Is it possible to subtract
This grotesque jealousy from love?
Or are the two closely related?
Like cheap plastic bottle whiskey
And a heart pounding
Hangover?
Maybe the swingers have the
Right idea.
Yes, the shunned ***** of society.
Though I have heard people say
That THAT is not love.
I want a new kind of love.
One without bitterness
Without the falseness
Without the illusion of forever.
And until the next one comes around
I will practice this new love
By purchasing a small brightly colored bird and a cage.
I will hang the cage on the balcony
With the little trap door open.
Then I will lie down to sleep
And try to think only
Of me.