P O E T R Y
W E D N E S D A Y
sign me up, i said
i want it all
the thrill of your touch
the promise of passion
yes, even love
if it comes
put me in, coach
i'm ready to run
the high was incredible
it was everything
and i became everything
like an angel on speed
walking on air
heart soaring
colors more vivid
finally alive in your arms
but all good things
must end,
right?
bam!!! the pain was unbelievable
undeniable
unforgettable
when i let you inside
no lightening bolts
but now...on your way out
i was struck
by thousands of volts
but did i denounce
this addictive drug that is you?
campaign against it?
or even take a few days off?
of course not
i went back in
no helmet
no safety belt
no airbag
pow!!! i was hit again
not just limping to the sidelines this time
but put on injured reserves
still, i did not learn
instead i yearned
for your sweet kisses
and intensely blue eyes
thoughts of being without you
slapped me in the face
like a soft summer breeze
in i went again
but this time a little slower
more cautious
eyes wide open
knowing
knowledge is a funny thing
it can keep you out of trouble
or simply mock you along the way
mine was the mocking kind
zap!! you left me reeling
dazed and confused
feeling like i was finally ready
time to throw in the towel
call it a day
a month
a year
a lifetime
all i can do now
is ask why
why did i love you
why did you hurt me
and the real question...
why do i love you still
2 comments:
Been there, done that. At least you're willing to admit you're a dummy.
Yes, admitting you have a problem is the first step to recovery.
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