"sended" poems
Your eyes linger in my direction a moment too long
The feelings I feel for you are wrong.
I am thirteen years older.
You were three when I graduated high school.
Twenty years later I could be as old as your mom.
In school my senior year I never had a prom.
In class like at work I am no one anyone likes.
Even though I am straight & not a ****
I guess to me males aren't attracted.
They treat me like waste that's been extracted.
On the phone or Facebook I am never contacted.
Disgust, loathing, & rejection is how it's reacted.
Never be someone's *****
To scratch their needy itch.
Be the boss of yourself today & make the switch.
Work ethics were bended.
Selfishness from a user needing rides we both tended.
Charming, friendly, & admiration isn't mended.
Complaints about me is what you sended.
Enemies in the workplace who vandalized your Ford focus you befriended.
Your dark brown eyes look offended.
Toward me a favor or compliment is never lended.
Politeness & sincerity is just pretended.
Jan 30, 2015
Jan 30, 2015 at 2:18 PM UTC
His brown eyes peeping.
Beside me his sneakers be creeping.
A victim of circumstance.
Mesmerized in his trance.
He can't swim or dance.
He says we're going to be together.
In his bed warm against the weather.
We give each other happiness & pleasure.
A joy nothing else can measure.
Jealousy boils and festers.
We are kindred spirits who share the same sign.
Destined to meet in this space and time.
A love lucky to find.
A true heart mended.
A friendship heaven sended.
Lasting and never ended.
Sep 27, 2017
Sep 27, 2017 at 3:57 AM UTC
I was unseen at age thirteen.
I had to pretend that I had a boyfriend.
Broken hearts can't mend.
I was ******
It felt like I didn't even exist.
I wasn't someone anyone would miss.
Fashion I couldn't afford.
I just grew up bored.
I was completely offended.
Letters from dad were sended.
I cried it felt like I died.
We are poor never had carpet on the floor.
I never felt safe not in that place.
My childhood had nothing to look forward to.
A low priority case.
That's why I didn't file charges.
Jan 12, 2015
Jan 12, 2015 at 7:47 PM UTC
Today marks the day,
The day I grew the courage to speak to you.
The day I got so tired of missing you.
I sended that text at the same time you used to call me
3 A.M.
The amount of relief I felt on my chest ...
The peace that was in me ... I regret not savoring it as much.
Those 5 minutes of waiting in a more civilized way, with out craving anything not your words or your voice.
Not caring if I was even going to have a chance to see you or kiss you or if this was going to solve anything.
But you called and my peace was gone.
Sep 21, 2016
Sep 21, 2016 at 1:34 PM UTC