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I'm sorry I thought it was a game
I'm sorry I played with your pain
I'm sorry you mistook me for him
I'm sorry I have no chance to explain
It's all I can, not even once I swear on my soul
Could I imagine being mistaken for Paul
Someone mistook me for her husband, I mistook it for a game :((
You feel expired
Like the milk in the fridge
It's got a lump or two
And the lettuce is fused
To the drawer
The garbage disposal makes a sound
Like it's grinding steel wire
It might be from that art project you did
When you tried to make a figurine
And got too tired
So you set it in the sink
To forget about it
But that's okay
Ramen noodles take a while to go bad
But those Cup 'O' Noodles
Get a bit crusty
After a few months
The dripping from the faucet
Doesn't really matter
Because the only reason for the bathroom
Is to empty your bladder
And sit
With your head in your hands
Before you head back to the bedroom
And wonder
What am I even doing?
Why does thinking hurt?
It's a lot of work
When your favorite color
Is grey
One day you'll realize

you will never find
such strong love
like mine
Copyright © Virginia Steindl
 Jun 2015 stéphane noir
-Test-J
Of course, I am not okay with it, for it was yours,
And not mine to take,and as it is deemed yours,
How must one feel when you say it was our,
Mistake; that must be it, for I,
Am to blame.

But you nor I will give it no name or a bed from which
It will raise its sleeply head. We open our eyes and acknowledge.
That what we ought to have not let it rest and
Put our heads together for the best.

For it wishes to peep will never been achieved.
For it's silent cries never to be heard,
As it is tossed with utmost care,
In a bin with parts Here-
Nor-there, with gloves
To pat a job well done.
 Jun 2015 stéphane noir
susan
leo
 Jun 2015 stéphane noir
susan
leo
i remember the joking
   the sarcasm
and the solitude

    and your confusion...
   ... with me

and your disappointment
or so you once said
it started and ended there, though
   with that one statement
you weren't hurtful
i don't think you wanted that
and it did make me sad
but it also made me love you all the more

that was you
             one statement
said and then put aside
which had a bigger impact on me
than anyone else has had since

i am you

in my joking
   my sarcasm
and especially my solitude
of which i don't know whether to thank
or curse you for


i do miss you
   your intelligence
         your poise

and your love, dad
i miss that most of all.
you're the only one who ever really understood me
and accepted me just as i was... just as i am now
 Jun 2015 stéphane noir
niamh
The mundanity of
Everyday life
Is eclipsed by
The beauty
We see in the
Most mundane of things
 Jun 2015 stéphane noir
susan
brat
 Jun 2015 stéphane noir
susan
do you ever look at a little kid
bouncing a ball
and just want to take that ball
and bounce it off his head?

no, me neither.
I saddle up my horse and imagine you doing the same
I go out to the creek where our names are forever carved into that oak tree
This is the spot where you said you've fallen in love with me
What has happened to that?
Should we have engraved our names a little more gravely?
I put my horse up in the stable
I climb into my Chevy and drive to our part of town
It is past midnight
My heart won't let you go
My body won't forget you
My soul will be forever engraved
With memories of you.
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