"lovergirl" poems
maybe love
is a shot of expresso
i should not have taken
hours before bedtime
Jul 4, 2022
Jul 4, 2022 at 12:52 PM UTC
She enters the gratification car
With Victorian lace choker
Porcelain décolletage
And phasers on stun
Don't worry lovergirl
You can't hold a candle to her
But you'll burn your fingers trying
Look at the front of her dress
Look at her passport
Look at how the aisleway clears
She's enroute to a foreign
Meet and greet
Tracking approval
With the shape
Of her sitzfleisch
The conductor has
No need of compass
For her ******* point the way
Once derailed
You can mock and stomp
'Til kingdom come
Until then save your pandering
For trips to the loo
You'll enjoy the ride
Far better if you pretend
She's your sister
And not the woman
Who gave birth to you...
Jan 8, 2020
Jan 8, 2020 at 9:58 AM UTC
My eyes, they wander like a monarch in summer
And I guess I do understand
But the lovergirl in me,
Wishes faithfully,
To do right by your shaking hands
I tried to say aloud,
I love you and I'm proud,
I suppose skin-to-skin it's true
But when I'm out and all alone,
I'm looking for the best,
When all I should see is you
And I know what they say,
You feel it when it comes
Maybe I will never know
My silver heart clangs,
Fighting with my brain
On whether I should stay or go
Jun 2, 2016
Jun 2, 2016 at 7:46 PM UTC
loverboy,
I cannot remember the last time I looked into your eyes without imagining a
blue-sky Sunday coffee type of day.
The type of day where I sit by my window and yearn for an exit outside of the hole I’ve fallen into.
I’m sure you didn’t mean to do it.
It was I who dug a hole and covered it with leaves thinking you’d fall into it just as I had.
I remember how you didn’t even turn around to face me as I tumbled down and under.
You didn’t even hear me fall.
Don’t worry, I don’t blame you.
I used to play with a fire too hot to hold. I still do.
I let it burn right through me with hopes that you’d see.
Apparently I was so bright that I blinded you.
You couldn’t see
Why couldn’t you just see me?
It’s not that hard, dear lover boy. I didn’t just rip out my heart,
I carved it out from my unwilling body
because it beat only for you.
It was useless in my own self. Why didn’t you just take it?
Offered right here on a silver plate
It beat for you.
It’s all right.
It’s all my fault
Covered in autumn leaves, the gaping hole inside me wasn’t big enough for you to fall through and return the very ***** I entrusted to you.
I don’t blame you.
I’m sorry.
-lovergirl
May 6, 2020
May 6, 2020 at 1:30 AM UTC