"famille" poems - Hello Poetry

Have you ever had a fantasy boyfriend? The kind that thinks that you’re A couple Despite the fact that You don’t have their cell number Nor their name, often You never had *** or traded spit They don’t know where you live They, in fact, know nothing about you A little laughter shared Perhaps A momentary giggle waiting for the bathroom door to open And bam! Like Zeus. Without your ever knowing, you are a team. A team that never engages but together none the less. Solid. Ride or Die. Then one day You have an ugly break up. You never saw it coming What did you do, you wonder? He won’t speak to me! He’s mad. Filled with resentment. His eyes are on fire. I am hated. He will show up the next time we see one another with a woman And that’s when you finally know for certain You just had a Fantasy Boyfriend How did you rupture? It’s an eerie realization. Like understanding in an instant that neither are you the ventriloquist nor the dummy But somehow you go back into the box. Better still, have you ever encountered the sub-species Fantasy Bad Boyfriend? Or Fantasy Abusive Bad Boyfriend? They are perhaps the worst of the lot, naturally. They don’t call. They date other women. They sit in their living rooms assured that you’re waiting at their front door. In the rain. With flowers. Over and over the bell, ring though it might It pleads on your behalf. And yet they will not answer And I was not standing there. I was at the beach watching the rain fall upon on the water. You never called so when they disappear For Days And return unannounced You’re just now finding out that there are serious cracks in your relationship. They used you They played with your heart They apologize for the treatment of which you are so very undeserving They never wanted you. Yet you never spoke. Never popped over with Flowers Nor cookies! Never sat in your car waiting You were out town the entire Time. You two did see a movie once. That is true. But now you’re over. And he’s moved on. And suggests with his absence? that you do the same. You can tell. Some days your paths cross. He stands still as Jesus At the Hollywood Farmer’s Market. With his wife and new baby Or Dog. She looks at you with suspect eyes while you think about the tomatoes. Someone wags their tail and hopefully they will quickly move along en famille. You hold your tomato plants and shudder. You walk over to the double blossom peppermint tulips. Tight little babies ready to unfurl. The ones you never gave him.

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Sep 15, 2018

Sep 15, 2018 at 9:04 PM UTC

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Fantasy Bad Boyfriend

Have you ever had a fantasy boyfriend? The kind that thinks that you’re A couple Despite the fact that You don’t have their cell number Nor their name, often You never had *** or traded spit They don’t know where you live They, in fact, know nothing about you A little laughter shared Perhaps A momentary giggle waiting for the bathroom door to open And bam! Like Zeus. Without your ever knowing, you are a team. A team that never engages but together none the less. Solid. Ride or Die. Then one day You have an ugly break up. You never saw it coming What did you do, you wonder? He won’t speak to me! He’s mad. Filled with resentment. His eyes are on fire. I am hated. He will show up the next time we see one another with a woman And that’s when you finally know for certain You just had a Fantasy Boyfriend How did you rupture? It’s an eerie realization. Like understanding in an instant that neither are you the ventriloquist nor the dummy But somehow you go back into the box. Better still, have you ever encountered the sub-species Fantasy Bad Boyfriend? Or Fantasy Abusive Bad Boyfriend? They are perhaps the worst of the lot, naturally. They don’t call. They date other women. They sit in their living rooms assured that you’re waiting at their front door. In the rain. With flowers. Over and over the bell, ring though it might It pleads on your behalf. And yet they will not answer And I was not standing there. I was at the beach watching the rain fall upon on the water. You never called so when they disappear For Days And return unannounced You’re just now finding out that there are serious cracks in your relationship. They used you They played with your heart They apologize for the treatment of which you are so very undeserving They never wanted you. Yet you never spoke. Never popped over with Flowers Nor cookies! Never sat in your car waiting You were out town the entire Time. You two did see a movie once. That is true. But now you’re over. And he’s moved on. And suggests with his absence? that you do the same. You can tell. Some days your paths cross. He stands still as Jesus At the Hollywood Farmer’s Market. With his wife and new baby Or Dog. She looks at you with suspect eyes while you think about the tomatoes. Someone wags their tail and hopefully they will quickly move along en famille. You hold your tomato plants and shudder. You walk over to the double blossom peppermint tulips. Tight little babies ready to unfurl. The ones you never gave him.