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May 2016
He called me on the phone
It rang and sang his name
The fire emoji blazing.

He wanna talk
Out boppin' around
I bet he's got on his dancin' shoes
Jewels on his fingers, he always got words
Oozing and spilling out of those gorgeous lips
Like diamonds aflame
All of Chicago cooing his name
I just coo the softest.

And thats whats different
Thats whats special
He throws gems and emeralds with phrases
How he goes about his days, his ways
A multitude of love so expressed
He motions for me to join in on the party
Wants to make me comfortable
Not change me, and I listen
I listen
Its one of my best traits.

Southern Belle
Never thought I'd end up here
I sigh so deeply sometimes
Cuz I just thought this would all be so much *******
Easier.
Just about all my lovers got their person
Forevers echoing and demanding them to stay
In one solid place
And I'm listening on the phone
To the polyamory talk
And there ain't nothing wrong with it
But how did I end up here?

Gotta kick up your shoes to stay with it
In the wide big city of Chitown
And I don't want nobody right now
Like that
But my God, my God
He got his lips formulating words into meaningful sentences
I tell him I've just heard some of it before
As he acknowledges it with grace
I just
I just
I just
I just
I'm so ******* ready to go fly and run around a ******* forest.

Room mate got upset when I said I couldn't wait for all this to be over
She doesn't get it
She took it to the heart
But I've been sweating and doing this for a long time
You don't know what its like to always be the conductor
And I wouldn't trade it for anything
But my God
Today, I just wished
I just wished
That I had the comfort of knowing
Feeling
That...that one person
Had my back
And only my back.

"I want to be in something where we chose each other."
And you don't swat away ideas about the future
But I can't sign my time or heart away if theres no hope
As I brushed my teeth in the mirror
We are all reinventing
And it makes me wonder if some folk meant for some things
Others aren't
And I know I got it goin' on
But at the end of the day
The work
The work is what gets me through.

But where are you?
And will you just want me?
Will I just want you?
Room mate said today Lost Boy is so eaten up
Because he wanted me to The One so badly
And I can't seem to get anyone
To just stand still with me
That I wanna stand still with.


I don't know
I don't know
I don't know
I don't know.

I give up
There are no princes.
Only princesses
And the lucky men who get to show up.

(But my God. Find me. Or choose me.)
OnwardFlame
Written by
OnwardFlame  Los Angeles, CA
(Los Angeles, CA)   
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