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We never talked Anymore And when we did The conversation dripped Like a dried up Desert stream Funny how then he’d seem Like a tidal wave of talk Not letting my words walk Anywhere Near his extremely important Ten minute Explanation In which he’d sum up that day’s Cartoons, football matches, car trouble, his hard day of work that ended at lunch How drunk he got after work, how drunk he was going to get that night While he fetted without a slight Thought of me. So understandably He was exhausted And couldn’t Wouldn’t Didn’t want to hear My ten minuets Of how I missed The boy who kissed Me At a movie theater Read all my pathetic poetic Love letters Told me I was a better Writer than I thought Fought for me Drove across highways for me Was in love with me truly, madly, deeply Who told me constantly That he loved me When I didn’t believe it He loved me When I didn’t want to hear it He loved me When I’d just finished crying He loved me I miss the boy who never made me feel Alone Whose cell phone Didn’t mind listening to my voice And given the choice Would listen to it All night Long. But that boy’s gone. And I’m left to pick up conversation With this Affectionless alien.
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Aug 10, 2012
Aug 10, 2012 at 10:39 PM UTC
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We never talked Anymore And when we did The conversation dripped Like a dried up Desert stream Funny how then he’d seem Like a tidal wave of talk Not letting my words walk Anywhere Near his extremely important Ten minute Explanation In which he’d sum up that day’s Cartoons, football matches, car trouble, his hard day of work that ended at lunch How drunk he got after work, how drunk he was going to get that night While he fetted without a slight Thought of me. So understandably He was exhausted And couldn’t Wouldn’t Didn’t want to hear My ten minuets Of how I missed The boy who kissed Me At a movie theater Read all my pathetic poetic Love letters Told me I was a better Writer than I thought Fought for me Drove across highways for me Was in love with me truly, madly, deeply Who told me constantly That he loved me When I didn’t believe it He loved me When I didn’t want to hear it He loved me When I’d just finished crying He loved me I miss the boy who never made me feel Alone Whose cell phone Didn’t mind listening to my voice And given the choice Would listen to it All night Long. But that boy’s gone. And I’m left to pick up conversation With this Affectionless alien.
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Aug 10, 2012
Aug 10, 2012 at 10:39 PM UTC
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