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And I was like well I don't have one No I don't mean I'm getting one I honestly never really tried to get one so I just don't And something was wrong with me an undefined thing was sticking out of me illustrated in a wide swathe, that I was oddly made slightly off, smelled funny, looked strange too this thing that was wrong with me reeking and streaking across the room politely they nodded as the prognosis was not good i would probably die this way unattached, untethered, unknown for you are nobody till somebody owns you i lilted away from the gathering feeling their pain that would become mine that ache of alone and stench of undone tickling my toes, stinging my nose *** without pain, no loss, no regret always there, everyday, all the way in and out, and of course, up and down through something thick and never thin preferable to be missed than the other Miss I was off alone to believe I watched their careful nails and the tuck of hair behind the ear rings he'd bought and the stroke of the arm along a lonesome thigh and I knew it could happen to anyone and anywhere is it worse to have none or to have and not be had at all
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Jan 10, 2011
Jan 10, 2011 at 2:35 PM UTC
No Husband
And I was like well I don't have one No I don't mean I'm getting one I honestly never really tried to get one so I just don't And something was wrong with me an undefined thing was sticking out of me illustrated in a wide swathe, that I was oddly made slightly off, smelled funny, looked strange too this thing that was wrong with me reeking and streaking across the room politely they nodded as the prognosis was not good i would probably die this way unattached, untethered, unknown for you are nobody till somebody owns you i lilted away from the gathering feeling their pain that would become mine that ache of alone and stench of undone tickling my toes, stinging my nose *** without pain, no loss, no regret always there, everyday, all the way in and out, and of course, up and down through something thick and never thin preferable to be missed than the other Miss I was off alone to believe I watched their careful nails and the tuck of hair behind the ear rings he'd bought and the stroke of the arm along a lonesome thigh and I knew it could happen to anyone and anywhere is it worse to have none or to have and not be had at all
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Jan 10, 2011
Jan 10, 2011 at 2:35 PM UTC
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