Tag: mad

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.

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.