Tag: angry

Love’s Groupie.

I push the bookshelves down.

I delete the playlist I’ve always kept around.

I unsubscribe from any service that streams movies.

I’m tired of being love’s groupie.

Hopeless romantic,

the space between real love and I is as wide as the Atlantic.

They made me believe that you were magic,

and that you were on the way.

All you ever fucking did,

was stay away.

–S.

Woman in the Mirror.

I’m mad at god.

I want to cuss out the devil.

I’m not speaking to destiny,

and I blocked fate. 

Convinced I have bad luck, 

and I’m half woman, half hate. 

I’m on a highway,

could be to heaven, or straight to hell. 

I’m having a hard time forgiving myself.

So, I dwell.

–S.

Mad is easier.

I’m mad that you’re right.

I’m mad that I’m wrong.

I’m mad that I’m sad.

I’m mad that you ruined my favorite song.

I’m mad that it’s all taking so long.

I’m mad that I zigged when I should’ve zagged.

I’m mad that I bobbed when I should’ve weaved.

I’m mad that I still believe.

I’m mad at her,

and at him,

and the moles all over my skin.

I’m mad at mother nature,

and father time.

I’m mad that none of it is mine.

–S.

Keeper of Secrets.

I am the keeper of your secrets.

I am the one that knows why you laugh,

and why you cry.

I am the one that knows why they left you,

and why they said goodbye.

I am the one that knows what eats you up at night.

I am the one, like a torch, that carries the light.

I am the one that knows about your mother,

your brother,

that guy you like,

and why you haven’t finished school.

Like high school,

you no longer think I’m cool.

-S.