Mar 2020
I wanted to write about something happy.
I wanted to write about love, but realized nobody wants to hear that.
To write about someone else.
How they walk, how they talk and how you talk about them way too much.
“It’s all too mundane,” everyone would say.
Yesterday night, I slept by your side and that’s all I needed that the time.
To wrapped in your arms.
“Mundane!” They would say.
Yesterday morning, I heard your voice on the other end of the line and that’s all I needed at the time.
Last week, I didn’t want to leave your house. I wanted to stay there on your couch watching tv till I heard God speak himself
Until I heard his voice on the other end of the line which will be never so really, last week, I wanted to stay with you forever , but nobody wants to hear that.
“Still too mundane!” They would all say.
A few nights ago, your sister told me, “our father didn’t start hitting women until he was twenty so you’ve got time.”
A few nights ago you told me you were going to propose.
Today, I was lying in my bed wondering to myself in my head if I wanted to spend the rest of my life someone who might hit me.
“Maybe he wouldn’t.” I said.
But maybe he would.
“Now were getting somewhere.”
Maybe it would be on our first night of marriage or maybe our 40th.
We would get into some petty little argument and it would just happen faster then I could snap my fingers.
Yesterday night, I slept by your side and that’s all I needed that the time.
“Mundane!” they would say.
You wrapped me in your arms so tight, I started to lose my sight. I couldn’t breath, but for a second, I felt relieved.
“Now we’re getting somewhere.”
I remember one day you said to me, “ I would never hit you.” And that’s all I needed at time.
I wanted to write about something happy. I wanted write about love, but realized nobody wants to hear that.
To write about someone else. How they walk. How they talk. How they talk about their father and wishes him dead, how they snap in an instant, how they break things and don’t know how it fix them!
“Now we’re getting somewhere .”
I wanted to write about love, but realized nobody wants to hear that.
To write about someone else.
How they walk, how they talk and how you talk about them way too much.
“It’s all too mundane,” everyone would say.
Yesterday night, I slept by your side and that’s all I needed that the time.
To wrapped in your arms.
“Mundane!” They would say.
Yesterday morning, I heard your voice on the other end of the line and that’s all I needed at the time.
Last week, I didn’t want to leave your house. I wanted to stay there on your couch watching tv till I heard God speak himself
Until I heard his voice on the other end of the line which will be never so really, last week, I wanted to stay with you forever , but nobody wants to hear that.
“Still too mundane!” They would all say.
A few nights ago, your sister told me, “our father didn’t start hitting women until he was twenty so you’ve got time.”
A few nights ago you told me you were going to propose.
Today, I was lying in my bed wondering to myself in my head if I wanted to spend the rest of my life someone who might hit me.
“Maybe he wouldn’t.” I said.
But maybe he would.
“Now were getting somewhere.”
Maybe it would be on our first night of marriage or maybe our 40th.
We would get into some petty little argument and it would just happen faster then I could snap my fingers.
Yesterday night, I slept by your side and that’s all I needed that the time.
“Mundane!” they would say.
You wrapped me in your arms so tight, I started to lose my sight. I couldn’t breath, but for a second, I felt relieved.
“Now we’re getting somewhere.”
I remember one day you said to me, “ I would never hit you.” And that’s all I needed at time.
I wanted to write about something happy. I wanted write about love, but realized nobody wants to hear that.
To write about someone else. How they walk. How they talk. How they talk about their father and wishes him dead, how they snap in an instant, how they break things and don’t know how it fix them!
“Now we’re getting somewhere .”
I wrote this poem about a relationship I was in last year. I’m so happy I had the courage to leave and wanted to share what it was like with anyone who reads. ❤️❤️
